So I was wrong, Labour have won another cynical, opportunistic, motion,this time riding on the coat-tails of someone else who had a personal axe to grind.
What a sad bunch, snapping at the heels of people who are so much better than them that they can't even comprehend the vastness of the gap.
I'm told, because I am away and I couldn't bring myself to waste some international bandwidth listening to him, that the Honourable Pullicino Orlando mentioned me in the House while he was venting his spleen on Mr Cachia Caruana. I was going to write "his ineffectual spleen" but sadly, the combination of his spleen and Labour's opportunism resulted in it being effectual.
Let me spell it out, so even Mr Pullicino Orlando can grasp it: I was, am and remain honoured to call Cachia Caruana my friend. This does not mean, however, that he tells me what to write and what opinions to hold.
Perhaps in Pullicino Orlando's version of reality, this happens, but in mine, it doesn't. If he has proof to the contrary, why doesn't he have the moral fibre to say it without Parliamentary privilege, where he has to be careful what he says, because if he lies, he can be called a liar without...
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