Read my lips: Daphne is getting stronger every minute. Thanks, and keep up the brilliant work.

Keep up with the times, “Another Tony”. These days it’s more common for women to pick men up, rather than the other way round.

get a life!

Hi Jo. I had to reply and I didn’t know who it was then. We know each other personally and I know you can do a lot better. Daphne is doing her bit to unmask these people as is her right and duty to do. I did my bit daily during those 16 years of hell. So did you and many others. Cheer up mate.

Got you now. Point taken. I have 330,000 reasons, literally, to be a bitter Nationalist and I am bitter. But do I have a choice? Not really.

This morning I received an email from this same friend and he told me: “Irrangajtni b’dak il-blog ghax ghamilt 13 il-sigha naqra u bqajt imbellah.”

Possibli wasalna s’hawn f’dan il-pajjiz u hadd ma’ jaghmel xejn?

Anzi jinvestigaw lill-Daphne! X’gharukaza.

My dear Jo how sweet of you to defend freedom of speech. Since you’ve passed your midlife crisis I am sure you remember the 1980s and freedom of speech. Anyway Daphne doesn’t need me to defend her from you. She can do that in her sleep.

But I’m a fan and you called me a pervert. Ah, that’s different mate. Let me explain pervert to you. Perverts are those who ransack law courts, the curia, the times, pn clubs, Eddie’s home, beating up his 80 year old mother in the process. Bigger perverts were those who had the power and the duty to do something but done nothing or worse. Shame. And yet like you they still walk amongst us!

[Daphne – Jo isn’t a Laburist. He’s one of those bitter ‘Nationalists’. His brother used to be a parliamentary secretary. He works in business development at Malta International Airport. I had reported him to the police for assaulting me in the street and spraining my ankle. Then I withdrew the report because he was quite obviously suffering from some kind of depression. When he forced his way into the flat where I worked and tried to strangle me, I didn’t report him either. Instead, I just left. Now he stalks me over the internet. It’s all part of the same depressive fixation. Malta is full of weirdos and crackpots, but you only find out just how many there are when you do the kind of work that attracts them.]