Moving palms

Strange.
Confused.
Changes are taking place before my very eyes.

Palm trees are moving, not swaying in the breeze but being wheeled about in bins. Big ones with fork lifts. Potted plants are being arranged along the sea wall. Bright, freshly painted(?) life rings arranged equidistant from one another along the same sea wall. Bleached green sunshades now being replaced by bright emerald green versions and all swathed in the low mists of multiple pressure washers joining in this concert of activity.

And all of this is taking place in the "Excelsior Hotel 5 Star Security" as it's entrance arch proudly proclaims. Directly behind the three sails in the top photo of the previous post.

Why?

It would appear that on Friday, 3rd February 2017 Mr.EU President Malta welcomes all the EU heads bar one. A meeting is being held to discuss a meeting on Sunday 9th March here in Malta. That one will include all members. The local press has labelled this Friday "Post-Brexit" heads of government meeting to discuss ..... "Post-Brexit Issues" So, this weekend Junker, Tusk, Schwable and Verhofstadt, to name a few will be hob nobbing in plain view of this balcony.

I can't think why, but having read "Sniper One" by Sgt.Dan Mills recently I was compelled to see how far away said hotel is from our balcony. 750m as measured on Google Earth. Given that in the right hands with the right tools targets up to 1500m were pretty certain of silenced oblivion in the good sergeant's theatre of operations it would appear that if one was so inclined our balcony could be an ideal place to establish an OP. Fortunately I am in no way inclined thus. Nor do I have the tools. Or the skills and definitely not the courage. And, besides, it really doesn't matter anymore. They aren't really important anymore, if they ever were.

However, I have my imagination and I think we should mark the 9th March with a statue, a work of art, an installation to commemorate the event.

I see a round table with 27 colourless, faceless figures eating roe of sturgeon, which I believe is a mess of tiny slimy black balls.

Gathered around the northern arc are a group of figures oozing arrogance, annoyance, superiority and self-righteousness. They are determined to cause as much pain as possible as they feel slighted and when you see yourself as right nothing, but nothing hurts as much as being slighted. Apart from being ignored. These are stood booted and suited, frozen in their agitated act of shouting and pointing down at their seated colleagues.

The arc to the west and south display a group of dolefully sad looking figures hunched over, heads in hands, seated and shown with tears flowing freely wetting the feet of all but those with their boots on. (Snr.Rajoy is reported as saying that Spain will lose €23,000,000 a month as a result of Brexit)

The remaining eastern arc depicts figures haunched, as in the act of rising as the dawning realisation that they are caught around a table at what they believed to be the centre of an unchanging ever giving world which has become anything but.

On the table flutters a copy of the Sun's front page dated 1 Nov 1990 with "Art.50" embossed across it. From the centre of the table rises a rose, maybe a red one to match the paper's masthead. (It ought to be an oak but if representative of UK today it would be incomplete without a dog cocking it's hind leg at the trunk!)

To give this installation width, off to the north west a figure with handbag maybe also in red, skips gaily (used in the Enid Blyton sense) away and to give it height maybe a Cheshire cat hovers overhead, fag in one paw, pint in the other. Let's call him Nige.

There we are, my idea for a post-Brexit installation, but it had better be quickly done otherwise there may be too many gathered at the table.



Much though I am in favour of Brexit I am also utterly pro Europe. I love every visit, I just don't want to be ordered about by unelected non-entities whose attitude seems to be entirely focused on self interest and who thus far have resolutely refused to have their accounts audited.

If I could have voted them out of office I would have done.
23rd June 2016 allowed me my second opportunity.
This time I was in a majority.

I love Malta. And Spain. And France. And Portugal. And Italy. And the one's I've never been to ......... but especially the parts where it's warm in January!