Something else I do as I walk this earth is play music. For the most part, this music is loud and grating to the ears of the uninitiated. However, the unwashed masses lie dormant, yet strong, and on the 23rd of July, my band Loathe will try to get them moving.

All details can be found here, on the Loathe website. By the way, we’re playing in a ship.

Meanwhile, I apologise for not commenting on the stories that have broken in the past few days, such as the shattered Eurovision dream for Malta (oh how sad for you, now read this), Daphne Caruana Galizia and her ‘Lowellian’ religion, Maltese women and abortions in the UK and that (surprise surprise) Malta’s mobile telephony rates are around 4 times higher than the cheapest options in the EU.

I can only put this crass laziness down to being extremely busy in matters of the great offline, and to the fact that I’m gathering ammo for a big scoop. When that hits, you’ll know me by the trail of the dead.

Or something to that effect.