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“Only Child” — Proof That Scottish Dads Are Basically Unsupervised Toddlers

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Right. Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t normally go in for sentimental television. I prefer my entertainment loud, slightly dangerous, and preferably involving an engine somewhere. But Only Child managed to sneak past all my defences and hit me right in the chest like a shopping trolley with no brakes. This little Scottish sitcom is heartwarming, hilarious, and wonderfully human. And honestly, any show featuring a man driving around the Highlands with a child-size doll called Percy strapped into a motorcycle sidecar already deserves some sort of cultural award. Set in Forres in Moray, the series follows Richard Pritchard (Greg McHugh), a struggling actor from London who heads back home after the death of his mother to check on his widowed father, Ken (Gregor Fisher). Richard clearly expects a quick visit and a fast escape back to civilisation. Instead, he finds his dad slowly descending into glorious eccentricity — hoarding sausage rolls at funerals, shouting at cats, storing bi...
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HOW TO “RUN” A RESTAURANT WITHOUT ACTUALLY RUNNING A RESTAURANT

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Let’s begin with a cheerful little statistic. In Malta, roughly one in three bars is allegedly involved in money laundering. Restaurants? About three in ten. Which means that if you’re sitting in a quaint little restaurant in Valletta, admiring your €18 plate of indifferent pasta, there’s a fair chance the spaghetti isn’t the main thing being processed. Now, because this has clearly evolved into something resembling a fully fledged economic sector, I thought it only fair to offer a helpful guide. Particularly for those bright‑eyed dreamers who’ve always wanted to open a restaurant despite having absolutely no idea how food—or business—actually works. Good news: you don’t need to. Step one: get the cash And not the nice, clean, tax‑paid kind. No. You need the sort of cash that arrives in bags, not bank transfers. Plenty of it. According to widely cited figures, the cocaine trade alone in the Maltese market feeds hundreds of millions into circulation annually. So supply, as they say, is ...
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Remarkably Bright Creatures : An Octopus, a Widow, and the Unexpectedly Excellent Case for Human Decency

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  Remarkably Bright Creatures is the sort of film that arrives quietly, wearing sensible shoes and carrying a thermos, and then proceeds to make a far bigger emotional mess of you than any explosion-filled summer blockbuster ever could. It is a gentle, melancholy, and oddly funny Netflix drama that proves a film does not need to shout to be heard. In fact, this one mostly whispers, which is handy because it leaves more room for the octopus to do the judging At its heart, this is a story about grief, loneliness, and the inconvenient fact that other people sometimes matter. Sally Field plays Tova, a widow working at an aquarium, with the kind of calm authority that suggests she could organize a small nation using only a broom and a stare. Lewis Pullman plays Cameron, a drifting young man trying to put himself back together, and Alfred Molina voices Marcellus, the octopus who may well be the smartest character ever to share screen time with us lesser mammals.  What Remarkably Bri...
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Secret Service Review – A Spy Thriller With More Twists Than a Maltese Country Road

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There are television shows that politely ask for your attention. And then there are television shows that walk into the room, kick the door off its hinges, pour themselves a whisky, and remind you why British television still knows how to make proper drama. It  is one of those shows. Now, normally, modern spy dramas suffer from one of two problems. They either become unbearably clever, where everyone whispers in dark rooms while staring emotionally at rain-covered windows, or they become so action-packed that you forget whether you're watching MI6 or Fast & Furious with passports. Secret Service somehow avoids both.  Instead, it does something rather rare. It gives you tension. Real tension. The sort that sits on your chest like an unpaid tax bill. The story follows Kate Henderson, played brilliantly by an MI6 officer, trying to uncover a Russian asset buried deep inside the British establishment. Which sounds straightforward enough until you realise every character looks ...
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The Cost of Living… and the Cost of Believing It

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In Malta, in 2026, being a normal salaried worker isn’t so much a career as it is a long, slow magic trick where your money disappears, and everyone politely pretends it hasn’t. On paper, the average salary is around €2,100 per month. Very nice. Very respectable. The sort of number that suggests you might one day own a sofa that isn’t emotionally damaged. And then, like a badly timed gear change, taxes, social security, and various bureaucratic nibbles take a bite. What lands in your bank account is more like €1,700 to €1,900. Which, in Malta, is roughly the financial equivalent of bringing a spoon to a sword fight. Now, if you’re a bright-eyed 25-year-old Maltese person who believes that renting a flat in Sliema or buying something respectable in Balzan is just “normal life", I have some news. It’s not normal life. It’s Formula 1. And you’re entering with a bicycle. A one-bedroom flat, nothing fancy, just somewhere your fridge doesn’t hum like a diesel generator, will cost you €1...
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If AI Steals Everyone’s Jobs, Who Will Buy the Products?

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That question shows up under almost every post I write about artificial intelligence. A hundred times a week, in a thousand different versions. And it may be the smartest question in the entire AI debate. So smart, in fact, that it was asked long before ChatGPT, long before Silicon Valley panic, and long before “AI disruption” became a daily headline. Seventy years ago, in fact. The 1954 answer Cleveland, Ohio, 1954. Ford has just opened the first fully automated engine plant in history. A company executive is giving Walter Reuther, the head of the American auto workers’ union, a tour. Standing in front of machines that work on their own, he cracks a joke: “Walter, how do you expect to collect union dues from these robots?” Reuther doesn’t hesitate. “And how do you expect to get them to buy cars?” It’s hard to improve on that answer. In seventy years of papers, conferences, books, and panel discussions, nobody has come up with a sharper one. And yet the robots at Ford are still there. ...
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Casottel in Milan: the historic trattoria the city should not lose

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Casottel is one of Milan’s most authentic historic trattoria, but its future is uncertain after the lease expired. Here’s why this farmhouse restaurant matters. I still believe cities need places like this I have a soft spot for restaurants that do not try too hard to impress me. Maybe it is because most places now arrive with a concept, a brand story, and a mood board, and very little actual soul. Casottel, in southern Milan, is the opposite of all that: it feels like memory, not marketing. That is why the idea of losing it lands badly. Casottel has been part of Milan’s fabric since 1963, and although the current restaurant grew out of that history later on, the farmhouse itself has long been a place of food, gathering, and community. In a city that moves fast and reinvents itself constantly, that kind of continuity matters.  What Casottel is Casottel sits in Via Fabio Massimo, near Porto di Mare, in the kind of Milan that still feels like it has a bit of soil under its fingernail...
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Crisis? What Crisis? Oh—Now It’s Urgent

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Well, after an almost impressive display of hesitation, the Prime Minister has finally arrived at a decision. A snap election has been called for the 30th of May. Photo: OPM And so, the country is now strapped in for a 33-day political brawl, less a contest of ideas and more a grim, bare-knuckle exercise in endurance, staged in a nation already buckling under the weight of its own chronic dysfunction. Let’s not pretend this was decisive leadership. For months, the Prime Minister toured the media circuit with the air of a man allergic to commitment, repeatedly insisting that an early election was unnecessary. Firmly unnecessary. Absolutely unnecessary. Except, of course, for the small, slippery caveat appended at the end: “unless it is in the national interest.” There it is. The phrase that explains everything and nothing. At the time, while the Opposition scrambled rather desperately to recruit Roberta Metsola as a political saviour, Abela began hinting that an election might be called...
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Tow: when society decides your car is your life

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Some films entertain you, some educate you, and some make you seriously reconsider the structural integrity of modern civilisation and whether it should be allowed to continue unsupervised. Tow falls very firmly into that last category. Based on the true story of Amanda Ogle, it follows a woman whose stolen car is impounded and then trapped inside a towing system so aggressively inefficient, so bureaucratically creative, and so emotionally unwell that you begin to suspect it was designed during a particularly bitter lunch break. What begins as a simple case of “get the car back” evolves into a long, grinding exercise in paperwork, fees, and existential despair. And yes, it is entertaining. In the same way, watching a kettle boil while you slowly lose your patience is “entertaining”. The story (or how to lose your will to live in 12 easy steps) Amanda Ogle is living in her car in Seattle when it is stolen. Already, we are not exactly starting from a place of abundance and optimism. The...
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€8 Milan Trattoria Miracle: Crono, Milan: The Glorious, Greasy Time Machine That Laughs in the Face of Inflation

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In a city like Milan—where a plate of leaves arranged by a man with a beard and opinions can cost you €22—I’ve found something extraordinary. A place called Crono in Città Studi, where the food is unapologetically 1995, the portions are heroic, and the bill… well, the bill feels like a clerical error. This, dear reader, is not just a restaurant. It’s a rebellion. The Name: Utterly Confusing, Entirely Irrelevant Crono. Sounds like a malfunctioning wristwatch or a minor Greek deity. Not a place that serves food capable of stopping your heart—in a good way. Owner Giulia inherited the name and, quite sensibly, decided not to bother changing it. Too much effort. Quite right. Because once you’re inside, you realise the name doesn’t matter. At all. Tucked away on Via Pascoli 15, this is that rare Milanese unicorn: not a dusty, mythical trattoria that only locals “know about” (but never actually visit), and not one of those faux-retro hipster joints serving deconstructed lasagna with kale foam...
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Pizza Hunting in Frascati: Antitesi – The Slice That Might Redeem Italian Roads

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I’ve swapped the open road for a napkin, and here I am in Frascati, just outside Rome—where the traffic still behaves like a badly organised demolition derby, but the pizza at Antitesi almost makes you forgive the journey. Opened in 2024 by Gabriele Convertino, this isn’t some tourist trap flinging dough like damp laundry. It’s a serious operation—focused, deliberate, and refreshingly free of nonsense. Step inside and you’re greeted by a warm, no-frills interior: wooden floors, a green-tiled bar, and a chef working with quiet intensity behind the counter. No theatrics. Just intent. The Journey There (Because Roads Matter) Imagine blasting down the A1, dodging Fiat Pandas that think indicators are optional. Frascati sits perched in the Castelli Romani hills—steeped in wine and history—but don’t expect valet parking or hand-holding. Antitesi is tucked away on Via Remigio Farnetti 21, a 100-seat space spread across three rooms, one freshly added in March 2026. In summer, the dehor spills ...
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