I can never work this one out. We’ve been told we will strike oil these last gazillion years. Then we dig and we’re lucky if we so much as find a watering hole. All we tend to find is rock and more rock. Sounds like the most boring story ever told.

I’ve just read that the oil well Ħaġar Qim has been abandoned.

Too bad. Too blooming bad.

We had hoped to find this elusive oil to have more money to dish out and to spend on billboards. This money would then be added on to the billion from our passport scheme and hey presto no Maltese citizen would ever have to work or worry again.

In fact we could so easily then announce and declare our utter subjugation to Joseph Muscat and his amazing tricks and tricksters. We could move not into the second republic but to the First Caliphate instilled and installed by our PM.

Oil is the domain of Joseph Mizzi. Now if memory serves me right he is the man who told us he knows we have oil and where it is over and over again and very cockily. Sadly, his cockiness is fast going down the oily chute. There’s none dear Joseph so if you promised one thing vehemently before the elections does that mean you should hand over your resignation?

No please don’t. Besides oil I know you are handling the public transport débacle. No one can do it better—that is, be a bigger flop than you. However, even with all the money going down the bus chute—as admitted by the minister himself—no one seems to be too bothered.

Oh yes! I forgot the mantra of this new age of enlightenment—let’s all be positive and if oil is not struck, public transport loses millions, let’s still smile and say hurrah to the ones who lead us.

Lead us in a truly merry dance.