It’s not Russia but it’s Cold. Passing through Grenoble yesterday night I got the first glimpse of the mountains – immense. We’ve had some settling in problems – a bunk-bed instead of a double-bed and no wi-fi in the hotel. Switched rooms this morning and discovered that there is wifi station at Tourist Office. I’ve just discovered that I am not essential for the life of this blog – thanks. Over sixty comments and 1300 hits while I was on my ride south. That’s good anyway. My article “Waste Not, Want Not” appeared belatedly (after a week of bouncing around editorial offices – partly my fault) on a paper – the Independent as a letter – with thanks to Noel Grima (who tells me he is a regular reader of this blog – so good morning to you Noel!).
I note that there are more of you blogging – welcome Victor (you seem to be quite busy here). Cannot add much political content since this first connection was spent reading all the Sundays. I do note a shift in the discussion and also note, with satisfaction, that notwithstanding different people’s position on gonzi vs sant, on coalitions etc one common thread seems to exist… an agreement that there IS a need for changing the parties. From Daphne to Rupert to David to Claire and the Greens (maybe even to Fausto) we can gather the seeds of a mature future discussion on how best improve the current political system in Malta. The points of the agenda will be varied – not least the issue whether the MLPN can be changed from without, through legal incentivisation (coercion – e.g. party funding) or whether we shall continue to wait for the political Godot… that they wake up one morning and realise that yes-men are digging our future grave.
I’d really love to discuss for an hour or so. Instead I have to go rent my equipment and start solo practice before my first lesson at 1430 today. Pray for me. Please… even you atheists out there… Ill need all your help!
P.S. How come no one picked on the irony that I am going to Oz on an electoral week? Oz? The Emerald City? Very green innit?
P.P.S. Un capitano…. c’e solo un capitano… un capitaaaaano! Prosit David! We’re coming to getcha!