Almost everyone, deep down, knows it will rain. The light patter of rain isn’t a spot of bother, not right now. It’s the clouds surrounding the quaint Masgar, in Mtarfa, that preoccupy most of us here. There’s a blend of … Continue reading →
For some reason, I always believed that decadence is half in print and double on TV. This boyhood blinker lurked in my subconscious for years to come, irrespective of a couple of books that effectively challenged that notion.