Readers among you who have by now gone out for their morning/early afternoon Sunday stroll in Malta and seen the headlines on today’s Sundays might (and I stress the might lest I be accused of grand delusions once again) have double-checked the front page of today’s “Torca” (The Torch – a Labour paper). The main headline for the labourite Sunday ran “J’accuse” followed by an article about a disgruntled former PN activist who seems to be pretty miffed from not being granted access to the Primo Ministro in persona. The subject of the article is hopeless – a disgruntled partitarju wanting to meet the PM to voice some personal worries and then appearing on Smash to complain when his wishes are not granted. The stuff that politics (in Malta) are made of. The last paragraph about those phone lovers at Dar Centrali calling in to Mr Said’s household to ask him whether he needs any favour is pure poetr – whether the allegation is true or not – it still fits in the generalised idea of what politics is about. Even when some will insist that it’s an anachronism by now.
Thanks to the renewed interest in Zola’s letter, the article is also managed to draw my attention to one of the party rags long after I had stopped considering them. I am bemused by what is (to me) a new style headline – stylizing the torch to the sidelines. I know they might have changed it years a go but for all I know it could have been yesterday. I appreciate the need for Maltese language papers but please… do we have to spell “Eks” instead of “Ex”? I mean “Ex” used in any other language is a direct import from latin. Italians, French and English spell it “Ex” as it was in Latin. So why not us? I mean I can close my eyes (both of them) to the idea of spelling “Alex” as “Aleks”… his name he can write it how he likes, but hands of my Latin please! Once we are at it being pedantic about names let me just say that the abbreviation of the male name Joseph has always, to my knowledge, been spelled as Joe. Jo is a ladies’ name. No doubt about that.
There. I was not planning to blog on Sunday, but then again I needed to pass the time and the Sunday Times’ crossword was a walkover so I needed something to do before my 14.45 appointment for Pilates. And before you start commenting about how unmanly that can be just think that it’s a one-to-one hour session with a babe from Hrvatska.
Give me “roll like a ball” any day baby!