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 Those cheeky Germans have gone and done it again! While the rest of the world is gearing up for an electric revolution, what do they do? They thumb their noses at progress and opt for good old-fashioned fuel guzzlers. We've been keeping an eye on those stubborn Teutonic types for a while now. Despite the European Union waving the flag for electric vehicles, the Germans managed to wriggle out of it. They've even tweaked the legislation to suit their petrol-powered preferences. And now, they're doubling down on it. Seems like petrol is back in vogue in Germany. While the powers-that-be are advocating for us all to plug in or at least go hybrid, the Germans are revving up their engines for a different tune. According to a study by pollster Forsa, a whopping 30 percent of Germans are eyeing up petrol-powered rides, up from 22 percent just last year. Hybrids and electric cars, on the other hand, seem to be losing their sparkle. Only 15 percent are considering hybrids (down from

  The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste. To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish. The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference. Because the fish d

  As you grow, you learn that happiness isn't found in grand gestures. It's not the pursuit of it in your twenties when you battle the world like gladiators to emerge victorious. Happiness isn't found in chasing after love as if it's all or nothing, nor in the intense emotions that explode spectacularly. It's not about scaling skyscrapers or constantly putting yourself to the test. Growing up teaches you that happiness lies in the small yet precious things. You learn that the aroma of morning coffee is a tiny ritual of joy, that a few notes of a song or the colors of a heartwarming book are enough, that the scents of a kitchen or the poetry of happiness painters suffice. A smile from a stranger is special, but even more so from someone who makes your head spin and warms your heart. You learn that happiness comes in gentle emotions, in small bursts that slowly expand the heart. Stars can move you, and the sun can brighten your eyes. A field of sunflowers can light up

 Ah, the Jaguar F-Type, a car that once snarled at mediocrity like a lion in a sea of house cats. But alas, its roar has been silenced, replaced by the awkward mumbling of automotive conformity. Imagine yourself, a mug of coffee in hand, staring at the 2024 Jaguar F-Type in your driveway, muttering, "Look at the state of it." Yes, I know, comparing a Jag to a jungle cat is about as original as finding sand in the Sahara. Welcome to the Kinardi Line, where I, the oracle of automotive oddities, hold court. Here, we revel in questionable opinions, unveil hidden truths, and occasionally pay homage to the rusting relics of yesteryear. But let's not shed tears for the departing F-Type just yet. Let's take a moment to reminisce about its journey. Born from the loins of automotive greatness, it strutted onto the scene at the turn of the century, flaunting curves that could make a supermodel jealous. Its beauty was undeniable, surviving Jaguar's tumultuous history to grace

On a frosty morning in the land of IKEA and ABBA, a spunky little lass named Greta awoke to a utopia free from the clutches of evil petroleum. She kicked off her comfy cotton sheets and wool blanket and strolled onto a dirt floor adorned with crushed willow bark – the eco-friendly carpet of champions. "What's this?" she inquired, peering down at the makeshift flooring. "Pulverized willow bark," chimed her fairy godmother, a paragon of sustainable living. "And where's the carpet?" Greta wondered. "Nylon, darling. Made from butadiene and hydrogen cyanide – both devilishly spawned from petroleum," her godmother explained. Greta, with a smirk that acknowledged the sacrifices needed to save the planet, moved on to the sink, only to find a mangled willow instead of a toothbrush. "Your old toothbrush? Also nylon," quipped the godmother. "Water, please?" Greta pleaded. "Down the road in the canal. Watch out for cholera,&q

Commuting on the Yamaha XMAX 300 is like activating a cheat code in the game of life. Forget the lightweight delivery bikes; the XMAX stands tall, flaunting its sporty looks and punchy performance. Beware the nonexistent clutch – old habits die hard. With LED lighting, a fuel-injected 292cc engine, and a low center of gravity, the XMAX is more than just a scooter; it's a commuter's dream. The smart key system eliminates fumbling, and the under-seat storage accommodates two helmets and more. It's not just about the destination; it's about the journey, and the XMAX gets you there with minimal fuss. From its dual display screens to the sporty handling, the XMAX is learner legal but packs a punch. Lane-filtering becomes an art form as you effortlessly navigate through traffic. The rear brake, surprisingly potent, adds a touch of drama, making quick halts an experience. Thrashing through twists reveals its surprising agility, though bumpy roads test its suspension limits. We

Dating is not easy. Trying to date as a single parent? Even more so. Or how about trying to date when you're hiding a very complicated secret the likes of which could prove dangerous — or deadly — to anyone you let down your guard enough to get close to? Those are the biggest dilemmas posed throughout the dramedy series, which is available on Prime. It revolves around two people, a widower and a woman with a mysterious past, who are convinced they're unlovable for various reasons only to find acceptance at a time when they least expect to. It's a story concept that could potentially give itself over to rom-com antics or even thriller vibes; instead, Wolf Like Me puts a much bigger focus on the emotionally resonant moments between its leads, which all contributes to a more subdued and pensive take on loss, grief, and acceptance — culminating in the establishment of a new type of family for everyone involved. Apart from its curious, feature-feeling structure, however, Wolf Li

You might be wondering why Ricky Gervais would dig up his most beloved character, David Brent, from the grave of The Office. The cringe-worthy office manager, who made Gervais a comedy superstar in 2001, is a hard act to follow. After his recent duds, does Gervais still have what it takes? The answer is a big fat yes. David Brent: Life On The Road is the funniest and most touching thing Gervais has done in ages; a proof of his knack for mixing laughs and tears like few others. David Brent is no longer the king of Wernham Hogg, Slough’s finest paper company. He now sells tampons for a living. But he still dreams of being a rockstar and decides to blow his savings on a tour with his band, Foregone Conclusion. He hopes to impress the world, or at least some girls. The idea is brilliant, and Gervais executes it flawlessly: put Brent on stage and let him make a fool of himself. Gervais doesn’t need to write many jokes for it; just show the chubby, hairy-backed sixtysomething trying to rock

In the intriguing world of MasterChef (Malta), the spotlight not only shines on culinary talents but also reveals the complexities that unfold behind the scenes. Photos 89.7 Bay Radio Amidst the sizzling kitchen drama, a familial twist emerges as Pia Pellegrini Petit and her mother, Mireille Pellegrini Petit, take center stage. While it's not uncommon for family members to spice up reality shows, the plot thickens with the revelation that the Pellegrini Petits are directly linked to one of MasterChef's main sponsors – Attard & Co. Pierre Pellegrini Petit, a director at Attard & Co., happens to be the husband and father in this culinary family affair. The intrigue deepens as Attard & Co. proudly flaunts its sponsorship of MasterChef. This prompts the question: Did the executive producers willingly embrace two participants linked to their sponsor as a condition for sponsorship, or is it a remarkable coincidence that a mother-daughter duo graces a competition funded by

I found myself tuning into MasterChef Malta today, despite my usual disinterest in modern TV competitions. Witnessing individuals who passionately pursue cooking, even against professional chefs, is truly commendable. While I understand the judges' dissatisfaction with some dishes falling short, my disappointment heightened due to an aspect that compelled me to share my thoughts. Photo Maltadaily.mt In particular, Chef Victor Borg's approach left me disheartened. While attempting to emulate renowned figures like Ramsey and Cowell, he appeared excessively harsh and lacked empathy. Humiliating a visibly nervous contestant by labeling her dish as an insult to his profession felt unnecessarily cruel. In my opinion, honesty should be paired with kindness, and critique should be delivered with empathy, especially in a setting where individuals courageously step out of their comfort zones. Chef Borg, rather than mocking or belittling, could better utilize his success to inspire and up

 In the vast sea of sportbikes, where razor-sharp edges and unrelenting power dominate the waves, a lone warrior emerges, paying homage to a bygone era when comfort didn't come with a side of spine ache. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm talking about none other than the 2024 Suzuki GSX-8R. Now, before we dive into the nitty-gritty, let's take a moment to reflect. It's 2024, and I can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for a time when September 11th wasn't just another page in a history book. Back then, sportbikes were a different breed altogether. They didn't just cater to the adrenaline junkies on the track; they were companions for the everyday ride, offering comfort without compromising performance. Enter the GSX-8R, a throwback to those glory days when sportbikes didn't have you praying for a chiropractor appointment after every ride. Suzuki, drawing inspiration from its illustrious lineage of GSX-R models, has crafted a machine that's as much a n

  Right then, listen up, you lot. Kawasaki's gone and dragged the Eliminator name back from the scrapyard, this time in a 500cc flavor. Now, before you picture some chrome-plated barge piloted by pensioners in leather chaps, listen closely. This Eliminator's got "sporty" written all over it, like a small dog in a pitbull's gym gear. Looks: Forget your long, low, stretched-out dinosaurs. This Eliminator's got its tail tucked in and its nose pointed forward like it's sniffing out the nearest racetrack. The fuel tank's slimmer than Kate Moss after a bender, and the seat's got you perched further back than a deckchair on the Titanic. It's a cruiser, alright, but one that wouldn't look out of place chasing penguins in Antarctica. Engine and Performance: Ditch the wheelie bars, Granddad. This ain't no lawnmower engine. Kawasaki's bored out the old Ninja 400 mill to 451cc, stuffed it with enough torque to pull a hou