I'm in Edinburgh at the moment, about to leave for the next three days of our break in cooler air, having spent the previous three days on what seems to be a frenzied rush from event to event (note to potential burglars: our home is still occupied by a large son)

The common strand between the events (except the art stuff) is that each and every single one is characterised by a use of language that is superb. There is no other word for it and it is a breath of the freshest of fresh air, after a couple of months characterised by correcting exam scripts (you have to see some of them to believe them) and by watching the massacre of language and its form by Labour's Lil'Elves.

Lest I be accused of doing a Nikita and copying stuff from others, let me acknowledge that two of my colleagues, Claire Bonello and Josanne Cassar, have also touched on these points, for all the world as if they read my mind while I was debating with myself about what to write before I went out of wifi range.

Dr Bonello was having a perfectly justified moan about the standard of English on maltastar.com, pointing out that if Labour want to get on in life, they really have to do something about this. The sad thing is, it's not only the standard of English that's pretty horrible, it's the overall make-up of the thing: I mean, as another colleague pointed out (it's to DCG that I refer) these elfin characters don't even know that their hero's brother is not, for Pete's sake, a Dionysian cleric (there is no such thing) but that Dionysius is his Christian name.

maltastar.com abounds with rubbish like that, which only goes to make me think that if the people who run it are the best Labour has, then cometh the hour, the men (and women) are not going to. Cometh, I mean.

The problem really is, of course, that it's their frame of mind that does for them. Anything, as we all knew when Labour were in power way back when, goes and their inability to use the country's other language is not an issue in and of itself alone but also symptomatic of their mind-set in general.

You only have to examine the comments that came after previous number of this blog, and probably this one too.

For instance, one whose surname half betrays him tends to splutter incoherently, splashing peculiar punctuation and inapt emphases around with such abandon (I was going to write "gay abandon" but he'd have thought I was calling him gay and with Labour's scarcely-concealed homophobia, that might have been considered libellous) that his erudition, which is not pronounced in the first place, evaporates.

But for him, it's personal, so the important thing is to be down on me all the time, for all the world as if I care.

For others, it's not personal but this doesn't stop them from being incoherent, either because their mastery of the language with which they choose to communicate is signally lacking or, even worse, because they have locked their minds into the "Labour (especially Mintoff, latterly) good, PN bad" frame of mind that does not allow them to break out of the strictures they have imposed on themselves.

The result is that even when the language is not terrible, their thoughts are so poor that they merit little except eyebrows raised skywards, especially when they choose invective or pretending that they have little time for me, although they clearly seem to have an obsession with trying to argue.

Just read below and you'll see what I mean, unless they do the sensible thing and just shut up, which is a bit like asking Glaswegians to forego the beer on Saturday night.