I have two drafts hanging around in my box, but for some reason none of them seem relevant anymore. The first was about the Eurovision, which came and went without too much fuss. The only update to that is that the Malta song festival board or whatever it was called, will not be constituted again. Hurrah for that. It is about time that the real talent of Malta is channelled into other possibilities. Why not bring Pop Idol to Malta? Or X Factor? Why not offer the winners a contract with a decent record company, with a decent amount of air hours thrown in on some major English/American radio  station? Now that is the stuff I would be supporting, if it ever happens.

Then I wrote about that case which was all over the papers and even attracted DCG’s attention, about that transexual who had a gender change but was not allowed to get married, even if the annotation on her (his?) birth certifcate showed that now she was a female. Just before I get some high flying lawyer quoting the marriage act to me or slamming  the Constitutional Code at me, I must say that this is my own personal and humble opinion. I believe that this couple should have been given the right to get married. They are two consenting adults, and I am sure that the ‘male’ in this partnreshipknows all the story and exactly what he will be getting. So why should the director of public registry oppose the idea? Where is the liberty of choice? I still have to find someone who points out to me somewhere in the law or the constitution whereby, the terms Male and Female, or Man and Woman are defined. But I believe that DCG exhausted all the arguments, and my post would be rather superfluous.

But the subject that is doing the round of most blogs, is yesterday’s election for Labour’s new leader. The mind boggles how it had to take six hours to count a little less than 900 votes. But then, I keep forgetting the last general election….. This morning I woke up and tuned into TVM as they were the first with the 7 o’clock news. So whilst I was deciding what to wear for work, I heard that ‘the poodle’ had nearly made a clean run for the leadership. I could not decide whether this gave me immense joy or not. So I started singing to see how it is all going to fit in with the slogans that are sung during a mass meeting.

It went something like this.

Ghax ahna ghandha il-Joseph/Poodle (delete where applicable)

Ahna maghqudin.

Ghax ahna ghandha l-Joseph/Poodle (delete where applicable)

Ahna maghqudin…

U maghqudin, ghax ghandna l-Joseph/Poodle (delete where applicable) maghna!

Ahna Maghqudin!!!!

Now repeat the same using the name George, and decide which one sounds better. I thought that the Joseph/Poodle version sounded better. But there again, this is just a song.

In the meantime, I will have to endure a whole evening of Xarabank and hours of speculation of what if and what buts and how and when ect ect and so forth. i think my remote control will be kept rather busy tonight as I zap around from one station to another, trying my best to avoid hitting 02 or 29 or 33.

Or maybe I will find someone intersting to chat to on MSN…… lol