Reading the papers since that fatal accident on New Year's Eve, you'd think that Malta's young people were running amok. Several other bloggers have commented on the hyperbolic reaction in the print media. Paceville has actually been described by one pundit as "a red light district". Ok, it was Adrian Vassallo. But even 'lefty' Evarist Bartolo talks excitedly of a "so called 'park' in St Julians" where groups of young people gather "to drink wine, whisky and vodka brought from nearby shops and poured out of glass bottles into plastic ones. They then move onto Paceville to continue drinking heavily and behaving stupidly."

Sounds very much like the birth of the Maltese Beat Generation. Disillusioned with society and politics, bored to their tits with values-speak, in search of something beyond the weekly dribble of crap television and political sermons. I mean Sant and co. weren't exactly this rock 'n roll were they? And Stagno seems to be a lone ranger. Hardly a 'generation', at any rate.

From a purely literary point of view, this might not turn out be an altogther bad thing.

Problem is where will hitting The Road take you chaps? The eternal question crops up. Again.