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House Hunting


Do those two words, when put together as in the title, instill happy feelings or fear and foreboding?

I am currently in the process, albeit still in the early stages, of searching for my own place.

That’s quite late in life you may say and indeed it is but such is my situation and all the reasons that have conspired to bring me to this are not the subject of this post so I won’t bore you with the pedantry of the past.

So, house hunting I have begun. 

At first it was merely wishful thinking, which is not very helpful to be honest but at least set the grounds on what I would like, and browsing properties on estate agency websites. While this is all well and good it can also be rather challenging and misleading. There are hundreds of possibles which can all lead to confusion. So, unless you have something specific in mind and a good balance in the bank this approach will never lead to anything concrete.

However, if you don’t, having someone in the know and in the property business giving you a helping hand is a massive plus.

I have been lucky to find a chap who has the patience to listen to my confused ideas and who has the expertise to convert those ideas into something tangible.

Ideas which we spent close to two or more hours discussing at his office one early spring morning.

Since that chat we have visited some sites, mostly still on plan with construction work just starting out and one, so far, finished and lived in. The last, the lived in, is a big help in trying to envisage what those still being built would look like. 

Pouring over the architect’s plans is one thing but trying to visualise the finished product is not easy.

Five properties viewed so far with three eliminated almost immediately. Two of the first viewed are still on the cards but we are planning to view quite a few more…

In the meantime confusion abounds.

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Aimless wanderings after work always end up here


When unsure of what to do or where to go…

And to top that off a stomach that groans after a long day at work…

I always seem to find myself gravitating to the same place.

Strangely enough though I never actually go directly, always trying to talk myself out of it despite the fact that I enjoy the place no end every time I go.

So, subconsciously or not, I devise a walking route around the area that takes me past the establishment a number of times until I would have built up my appetite or worn out my shoes.

And then, suddenly as if an afterthought, I charge in and take up my favorite spot, that is just in front of the chef’s counter, where I can watch the guy create his culinary art.

I always seem to go for the same fair, some nigiri and a few pieces of sashimi. However lately I tried the kimchi – which, although spicey enough to pop your guts and clear that nasal congestion that you weren’t suffering from, is surprisingly good – washed down with some Soju and miso soup.

The chef hands the dishes directly to me which adds a touch of familiarity which is rather pleasant.

I always leave the place well served, well filled and well satisfied, albeit a touch more out of pocket then I can really afford.

Mind you, it is money well spent.

I refer to, by the way, the Korean/Japanese restaurant in Paceville by the name of Club Sushi.

Try it, you won’t be disappointed.

Angry Diamonds


Easy isn’t it

Just say yes

And you’re done!

From there on you’re helpless

What seems good for one

Is very bad for some.

 

 

Though you cannot see them

There are vultures out there

listen to me I say

Stay on your guard and be aware

Don’t be taken in by the play

Keep them all at bay.

 

 

And remember this

Never let your guard down

It is easy to be distracted

The truth not always shown

A play of deceit enacted

And soon your shield is retracted.

 

 

Defenceless

Hidden away no more

Fonts of sadness escape

Aimless and sore

mist over the mind’s landscape

No longer protected by a drape.

 

 

Only one cure

Only one way to forget

To put aside and calm your mind

Move on, out of the net

By the seas and caressing wind

Angry Diamonds left behind.

 

 

Mike
Feb 2017

Bronzes of Valletta Part 1: Monument to a wartime leader


Very interesting post.
looking forward to future instalments of ‘Bronzes of Valletta’.

The Malta Photoblog

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Bronzes of Valletta Part 1: Monument to a wartime leader

There is a relatively inconspicuous corner in Valletta’s Upper Barrakka Gardens which houses a simple but artistic monument.  The monument consists of a plain white marble column on which stands a beautifully rendered bust of Sir Winston Churchill, wartime Prime Minister of Britain during the Second World War.

Churchill had a long relationship with Malta, the island he was to describe as “the unsinkable aircraft carrier” for its unwavering defence against the Axis onslaught during the siege of 1941-43.  In fact he visited the island on no less than six separate occasions over a forty year period which covered both World Wars.  His first visit was in 1907 as a junior minister in the British government and his last two visits took place when the Second World War was still ongoing in 1943 and 1945 respectively.  In his…

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Lawful Hunters indeed


http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20150729/local/maltese-hunters-arrested-in-argentina.578409

Maltese Hunter in Argentina “showing off” his catch.

Maltese hunters arrested in Argentina

The Spring Hunting Referendum is done and dusted and we all know how close the result was, yet unfortunately it went the hunter’s way.

This post is not going to analyse that result nor is it a comment on the referendum itself. However it is a comment on the reaction of the Hunting lobby itself after the result was known.

They all claimed that justice has won, that it was the correct and fair result… because – listen up here – because the hunters are not a criminal lot, they are not law breakers and they DO care for the environment.

Guffaw!

So now we here that some three Maltese Hunters were arrested in Argentina when it was found that they had a number of birds stuffed into their luggage on their way out of the country. These birds being of one or more protected species. The report also quotes that the hunters formed part of a larger group which, it seems, got away undetected. So it is uncertain how many protected birds were actually killed during this hunt.

Lawful, environmentally aware hunters indeed!

But… they claimed, during the build up to the referendum, that this was their right, their bread and butter, what provided their family food to put on their plate – woe is them if they were to lose this necessity of theirs.

Basically they claimed that their choice of hobby was their right – regardless of the consequences and barbarity of it all.

So, if these woe begotten poor hunters relied on hunting for sustenance tell me please – How on earth do they afford to organise a trip all the way to Argentina, pay for the guides to lead them and for all the accommodation and transport costs such an expedition would entail?

And really… how many birds are there in that image above? Do they just eat bird flesh?

What a load of hogwash!

Marlene Farrugia rebels over university on ODZ land, fires warning – timesofmalta.com


Marlene Farrugia rebels over university on ODZ land, fires warning – timesofmalta.com.

Long term Chaos for short term gain

Long term Chaos for short term gain

Deceitful comparisons

Deceitful comparisons

Well said Marlene. We need more MP’s with your level of loyalty, honesty & integrity if Malta is to move away from the current cesspit of corruption.

yet you are wasting your talents while on the Labour Ticket. Move on please and find a outfit that better reflects your policies.

Season closed – 3 days before it was scheduled to close


Some 3 weeks ago Malta went to the polls and had a unique and life-changing chance to finally rid the country of a yoke, a burden that has weighed down on it for decades. They had the chance to show the politicians of this island where the Hunter’s Lobby should be – that is: NOT in the Driving Seat of their decisions.

Yet Malta failed.

And it failed on more counts then one.

Not only did it fail to protect nature, to protect those wild birds that would be, unfortunately for them, passing over our lands on their way to their breeding grounds.

It also failed to stand up to the bullying of a minority of people who feel that they have the right to kill, to destroy, to occupy and to contaminate.

To kill harmless and defenseless animals
To destroy their habitat and in the process the habitat of many other fauna & flora
To occupy land that would/should belong to the public at large
To contaminate the land with their lead pellets

It also failed to show the political class that the country will no longer stand for this nonsense of them being held at ‘gunpoint’ (so to speak) by the hunter’s lobby.

It failed to mature beyond the gullibility of the past when people would gawk and take as fact every single word spewed out by the few no matter how obviously fact-less those claims were.

It failed, ultimately, the future generations of Maltese and the world by allowing the few bullies today to destroy and thus deny them their right to be able to watch, listen and be mesmerized by these beautiful creatures.

A campaign run by the Yes vote – ie the hunters and those who were in favour of retaining the derogation for Spring Hunting in Malta – was built on a mountain of disinformation, subtle and not so subtle untruths, blatant lies and hypocritical appeals to the mental health of the hunters themselves. Shoring up all these deceitful tactics was the Prime Minister of Malta who did his utmost to help push forward the Yes Campaign’s agenda – first by publicly stating that he will vote yes (and thus turning this environmental issue into a political issue and automatically securing all the votes of his die-hard supporters who just follow the leader like sheep), and secondly by actively campaigning for the Yes group towards the end of the campaign despite having said he will not do so.

On the other hand we had the No Camp – those against Spring Hunting – who started off too late and were weak and quite ineffectual with their campaign. Despite all their good intentions they never really managed to address the real issues at stake and instead went for the tear jerkers. Many people decided to sun their own mini-campaign as a result.

The referendum of 11th April came and went – we all know the disastrous result but right until the very end we all hoped! We all prayed that Malta had finally grown up and matured enough to be able to decide for themselves on such an issue and not rely on their political fathers for ‘facts’ and definitely not to simply toe the line just because some politico said so. Unfortunately that was not the case. Malta is still stuck in its childish pique based politics.

The Yes Campaign, and thus the hunters and all those who are for ‘hobby’s’ that include killing of wild animals, won the referendum with 50.4% of the votes vs 49.6% who voted against spring hunting – a mere difference some 2220 votes. With about 2500 votes being marked as invalid and no way of knowing which way that vote would have gone if not invalidated (either by the voter intentionally or through some minor error) the actual result was very, very close.

So maybe my previous paragraph is not entirely true… however…

As soon as the result was out and official our pompous PM announced that there will be Zero tolerance to abuse threatening with closure of the season if flagrant abuse is reported.

Hold on a sec… wasn’t that already on the cards, hadn’t zero tolerance already been announced, so what’s new this time round?

Thing is, the hunters themselves thought he was just posturing again as has happened countless times before and off they went with their shotguns in hand and started to blast away willy nilly with nigh a thought about the consequences. Soon, actually on the very same day Spring Hunting opened, obviously, reports of illegally shot birds were being made.

First a cuckoo (but that could have been two, or maybe three?), then a lapwing, then a dutch boy (hold on, that ain’t a bird so what excuse this time?), then a kestrel – shot right next to a school outside the allowed times for hunting! Flagrant if that wasn’t then heck I never know what would be. However these were just the few illegalities that were actually witnesses and recorded – God alone knows how many went unrecorded.

Our dear PM had no choice, he had dallied enough delaying his decision as long as possible and in the meantime allowing the hunters their barbaric pass-time until it was literally forced on him. He wouldn’t take the decision earlier as he would lose out with the hunters and their families (votes are more important than anything else) but he couldn’t wait any longer as it would have been utterly ridiculous.

In a way it is ridiculous already as with only just 3 mornings left of the Spring Season he didn’t really deny the Hunter’s much despite all the flagrant abuse that was going on.

So, yet again, it was just a load of posturing for personal advancement.

Tough decision-maker? Not really!