Never mind the Ewro, feel the Pound So now it's ewro fever.

Thanks to people like her, we had a ten-year scrap about l-Ewropa. Geez, thanks Sharon Ellul Bonici. Great to know we can call ourselves euro-realists (should we choose to) thanks to your post-lunch tete-a-tete with your French friend in the European Parliament. And while you're at it, cut out the moralising crap for fuck's sake. Which reminds me. How about banning hypocrite politicians from pasting photos of themselves shaking JPII's hand in those kitch pre-election leaflets? Especially the Socialists. And then she wonders (again) why divorce hasn't been introduced in Malta. It will, it will...

But back to the ewro. Zemploid thinks that we should get real, while Twanny and the Kunsill Nazzjonali believe there's a linguistic reason for insisting we should spell it 'ewro'. I'm sure there is but I always thought that the rules on spelling cowboy/kowboj, union/unjin and dish-washer/dixx-waxxer (or is it magna ghall-hasil tal-platti?) were not YET set in stone. At least, that's my impression. So why INSIST on euro?

And by the way. We still say 1o pounds when we mean 1o Maltese liri. Don't we? Bloody Brits.  ¶ 6:49 AM