The Bloggies have been launched.
I expect all Maltese nationals living away from home to vote for me in exchange for this information.
And once again, I’ve missed a trick. The number of discussions I’ve had over the years about exporting Kinnie (favourite soft drink of the fattest people in Europe) off the rock to Brussels never came to anything. Now I’ve been beaten to it.
Back to the drawing board.
Back from five days in Malta. Christmas was a quiet family gathering of 25, where everybody was nice to each other. Mrs K got a Bulgari watch and I got a pair of socks.
New Year’s Eve was spent in the company of a man with a bad haircut and 29 other pax with rather good haircuts. My haircut was decidedly run-of-the-mill.
New Year’s Day has been spent “getting things in order”, which has mainly entailed lying on the sofa, watching re-runs of Spooks and smoking cigarettes.
Last week. I went to Ikea, had half a lobster for 8 euros, forgot half of what I went in for and realised, after two hours of using a plastic screwdriver as a hammer, that I’d bought the wrong stuff anyway.
So I’d like to wish both of my readers a successful 2007. Happy New Year, Mum and Dad!