Alas sir, I regret that I am neither. But if you permit me to direct you to a truly admirable, intelligent and unsung Old Aloysian (no, not Franco Debono), spare a few moments to catch up with the unpretentious Tony Busuttil, http://www.lifelong.ed.ac.uk/cpd/courseinfo/engineering/anthony_busuttil.html. (Think Lockerbie, Schipol El Al, Chairmanship of European Council of Legal Medicine, forensic pathology textbooks, etc, etc, etc. and only then consider the attribute of “genius”).

I admire Tony’s certificates a whole lot more than do I Franco’s.

Tony is consulted by governments all over the world even now, several years after retiring and his departure from Malta was always going to be our great loss.

He labours outside of the limelight and certainly does not throw tantrums, notwithstanding the fact he can back up his every advice with science.

38, and still living with mummy, with a girlfriend of around 1o years’ standing, waiting literally in the wings and dropped off at her own home every evening.

Meta kellem lil wiehed habib tieghi wara li staqsieh dwar Franco, il-missier fetah idejh it-tnejn u qallu “Heqq, hu ta’ rasu u donnu ghandu pjan”.

Papa dare not speak lest Mama get angry and cut zi balls.

A yellow door was the smallest form of punishment you could get, for example if you were not exactly in line during lining up, you would get a yellow door, which was basically spend the whole midday break of 45 mins standing up near a yellow door overlooking the football ground unable to play.

I used to get so many after schools, that I did not bother checking the noticeboard any more. I would automatically stay extra. My parents assumed school finished at 5.30 at St Aloysius College.

[Daphne – ‘After school’ = Maltese for detention.]

Hilarious!

Which could answer Daphne’s query, Form 2C being the last class Franco and Joseph were in together, working and playing day by day.

I hope they weren’t Gonzaga.