This week I completed my metamorphosis into a fully-blown convinced Europhile.
My critics have a problem with my transformation into a cosmopolitan gentleman with friends on the international stage. But can’t they see that we live in a rapidly-changing world? What they call hypocrisy, I call adaptation, what they call opportunism, I call realism. My rivals within the Centrist Party are mad but their attempts to bring me down are simply pathetic. How desperate must you be to deny a man the right to be patted on the back by his closest friends? What my provincial rivals are saying is this: it’s OK if your friends hail from Hal-Qormi, Gharghur or Sannat but it’s shameful if they’re from Bonn, Vienna or Helsinki.
What a bunch of peasants, I’ve got to say. Wake up and smell the coffee guys. Haven’t you realised that 30 years after Indhil Barrani we’re playing a whole new ball game?
