Nothing to do with kangaroos in my case, Troy. We were out driving at the end of day and the driver coming towards us shouted – as only a Maltese driver can shout – “Ixeghel duk id-dawl Joey!”

This left an indelible impression on my son, who until then had only known me as Daddy. I have absolutely no recollection of this incident but have never doubted my son’s honesty.

Sounds more of a jack-of-all-trades, master of none.

Iva, bozza ta miljun bil-filament maqtuh.

Leonard, ‘ Joey’ was a reference to a baby kangaroo.

Kieku kont nerd kont nikkwotalek: alpha q b cos u r sec c.

They have a specific model for that Baxxter; Alfa Q.

This inspector Gadget was an inspector stationed at the Police General Headquarters during the Labour regime. He used to arrest Nationalist supporters like ic-comba of Luqa and others.

He also arrested Daphne. However, he had no guts to investigate the frame-ups which were carried out near his office at the same HQ during the Labour regime.

He was one of the inspectors who investigated and prosecuted the ex commissioner of police, Laurence Pullicino. But this was a simple case as many police officers involved in the murder of Nardu Debono were granted a presidential pardon.

He was a good friend of Guido De Marco and when the Nationalists won the election in 1987 he also sent messages to the Nationalist Party requesting that he becomes police commissioner.

He read law at the University of Malta post 1987 while still picking up his police force salary.

I personally saw him near the Nationalist Party HQ in 1987 when victory was being celebrated.

I have more, in stock. Later on, I will tell how I was tortured mentally and physically. And how my Austin 1100 reg 2688, was scratched all over, acid thrown all over it, tyres deflated – ripped, spit in my tea, etc, by MLP and a few PN supporters who considered money to be too important to part with, in a way, much worse than what I mentioned before.

[Daphne – Times don’t change, Karl. I had two tyres slashed last month – at the same time. They never slash just one because you can sort out the situation using your STEPNEY. But with two, you have to get your car towed to the nearest tyre station. And they never slash four because that means walking round the car and arousing suspicion, when it’s done in broad daylight as mine was. And slashing, of course, means you have to buy new tyres – a EUR200 bill, in my case. Il-vera Sqallin, jahasra.]

And this, because, I believed that office workers, of the same category, as those working on the quays, including women, had every right to share in any income gained, such as overtime, which amounted to 100s of Lm. a month, then.

HOW CAN THEY CALL YOU HADRA?

[Daphne – Because they measure people by their own shrivelled yardstick.]

My lawyers were, in the first case, Dr. Karmenu Mifsud Bonnici, who tried his best to avoid having to go to court. He never charged me a penny, he never accepted any money due to him by the Customs Department (legal fees), having lost the case against me.

At times, he spoke to me as early as 6.30 a.m. at his residence, to allow me to go to work in time. And wherever he took me, to try and solve the case, including going to the Comptroller of Customs, in Birgu, we went in his own car, and, again, he never accepted a penny for anything he did for me.

He told me that Lorry Sant insisted that, no matter what, I had to be taken to court. He even told me that he couldn’t defend me any further. Later I realized that it was only because he became Min. of Education that he couldn’t continue with the case.

I was then defended by Prof. Giuseppe Mifsud Bonnici in all the remaining court cases. Again he never charged me a penny. The above is the only profit I made.

Still. I wish you’d allow me to thank both of them from the bottom of my heart.