The last time Martin Scicluna decided to dedicate his Times of Malta column to me, he wrote a grovelling apology a few days later, having realised that in his sad attempt to defend the indefensible actions of the Labour Party he got basic facts wrong.  

He did not learn his lesson and has resumed his bitter crusade through this latest rant straight out of Labour’s hymn book.

This time he tries to take me to task for being five decades younger than him, for being a woman who refuses to shut up and for calling for a public inquiry into the assassination of Daphne Caruana Galizia – parroting the line fed to him from Castille and the last remaining people who pretended to be impressed by his stories of victories past. 

He’s probably just upset that Caruana Galizia was so right about him. Like Dr Faustus, his soul has long been sold while that chip on his shoulder grows heavier.

I will not waste any more of my or your readers’ time responding to Scicluna, except to say that if he doesn’t think I should be in the European Parliament fighting for every Maltese and Gozitan, then clearly, I must be doing something right.