Missing Demicoli

I had been waiting for Tuesday night for a week, it's Demicoli night on the radio, but I was in for a disappointment today. No Demicoli. Maybe he's taken off on holiday. Maybe he's tired of waiting for his number 122 and gone elsewhere. I hope it doesn't take him more than another week. I need my Demicoli fix . But since Demicoli was not available I thought of accepting an invitation for a 'hanzirata', in my Maltese terminology, a 'hnizrija'. It was fine, food was excellent as was the company, but as in all other lejla Maltija's, something was lacking. And yes I know you know what I'm going to say but I'm saying it anyway. DEMICOLI was missing. So I ate the food and made small talk and still missed Demicoli. There was another kind of entertainment, this good singer (out of Eurovision hopefuls) have a good background music type of thing, but I wanted Demicoli. I even said a little prayer to the Madonna on show for next Saturday's festa. Not even the angels were helping me this time. L-angli stunaw, and if they did I don't want anything to do with them. I pride myself on my ability to play in perfect tune, I will not settle for people with less abilities, not even if they're angels. And in the same way that is why I like Demicoli, because he's no lesser abled person. Can I write lyrics like that and make them rhyme like that? No. Can you? Probably not either. Can anybody make people laugh like that while the credit crunch is on full force? No. Because what Demicoli has is intrinsic, he's born with it and has been good enough to share. I'm not sure I would have. But then maybe Demicoli is a better person than I am. I don't know.