Maltese people are fat

Croatia is out of bounds for the time-being because of their claim that St. Paul landed on the island of Mljet. Any self-respecting Malteser knows that this is not only outlandish, but quite possibly an infringement of intellectual property rights. St. Paul landed in Malta. It was on TV.

My Maltese copyright lawyer girlfriend has therefore said no, with a snarl.

So this Christmas we’re back to the rock for the third time this year, to indulge at the most indulgent period of the year (although allegedly the Maltese don’t need much help - they’re apparently the fattest, shortest and laziest of EU citizens).

Having shifted back to the private sector (and loving it) I’ve lost half my holiday rights for 2007. I’m coming back soon after Christmas, with the missus staying longer, but not long enough to transmute into a short, fat, lazy Malt. Well, not fat or lazy.

And while I’m at it, I must draw your attention to Malta Calling, my new favourite read, and the book I should have written when I spent most of the time just talking about it.