The cock fancier buys tuna toast
About an hour ago I ran into the ghastly Franco Debono at Cafe Cordina (buying his tuna toast after a hard day’s work) and looked right through him – a difficult exercise because even when paying for toast he makes as much noise and movement as possible so as to be seen and heard.
Then I went home and read this on timesofmalta.com:
Drs Joe Giglio and Franco Debono defended the accused. At one time during questioning Dr Debono criticised former Home Affairs Minister Carm Mifsud Bonnici for his migration policy as he asked questions on the conditions at Safi detention centre.
I found a few emails in my in-box, from people appalled at this very same line. “Dan x’inhu – mignun?” one of them said. I used to think so. Now I think he’s just, to use the classic term, a f**king w***er. But perhaps he’s really a mix of both.
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Reply to Ken il malti Click here to cancel reply
I still haven’t forgiven you for tainting my imagination with that immortal phrase “layered and uncut”.
Seeing ‘cock’ in your headlines makes me shudder.
[Daphne – I know. But ‘rooster’ is just so….American.]
Absolutely. Here’s Howlin’ Wolf doin’ Little Red Rooster:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaP0QuW5KOw
You can’t expect better of a man who wears brown shoes with a dark suit.
You know, I thought exactly the same thing. Whenever I see men wearing a suit with brown shoes I always think they are more interested in looking trendy than in the work at hand.
Trendy? That’s the Jason Micallef look, for heaven’s sake.
Never trust a man who wears brown shoes, or white socks for that matter. I imagine they too feature in Franco Debono’s sartorial tastes.
Go to the DOI press release webpage, and there’s a photo of Rolex Franco, on the press photo section of L-Awliet tal-Qorti jaqilbu ghal sistema digitali.
Unkempt, unshaven, but wouldn’t miss the opportunity to smirk at the camers behind Dr Chris Said.
Tuna on toast ?
You would think that his mother would at least pack him a lunch in one of those Golden Harvest bread bags.
Could anyone provide visuals to Peter Gabriel’s ‘Big Time’ that would aptly describe the sentiment to this acute observation?
[Daphne – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBAl9cchQac ]