Put anyone in a position of some pressure e.g. shipwrecked on a desert island, and s/he will soon start thinking creatively, I assure you.

Yet, for some reason, a lot of people are stupid enough to let themselves think that DeBono has taught them how to think creatively.

But I know of others.

I suppose the only bit of body language that I can read well is the supercilious look of disdain during interviews and conversations.

And a second one:

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[Daphne – Lesson No. 2 in body language: when a woman puts her arm around a man’s shoulders, she’s saying ‘this is my mate in whom I have absolutely no sexual or related interest, and who I do not consider a sexual object anyway, but see as somebody deeply non-threatening and asexual.’ This is especially so when she wears that facial expression. I trust you will find this information useful.]

Here’s one example:

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[Daphne – No expert in body language, are you. That’s the gesture women use with ‘sweet old men’. And sweet old women. Even nurses (not the kinky sort) use it. Hadn’t you noticed?]

Yes they do.

They confuse him with Edward Debono who runs a dry cleaners and laundry service in San Gwann.

What is the measure of a man, sasha?

When you or I are dead, who will remember us? For those of us who are married, their wife perhaps, and their children. But beyond that handful of relatives, if any, our names will forever fade into oblivion.

Our passage on this Earth will have been a mere inconsequential blip. We might as well not have been born at all.

A man like Edward de Bono, on the other hand, has left his mark on the edifice of history. He will be remembered far and wide, and heads of state and movers and shakers will pour tributes when he is gone, as they do now that he is still alive.

Pity? No. Awe. Envy. Green envy. He has achieved things which we will never achieve. He moves with ease in that comfortable world of fame and fortune, when we are still struggling to find a modicum of financial security.

Women take off their knickers at the mere mention of his name. They swoon in his presence. Supermodels caress his pasty flab. Grown men grovel before him. Hallowed institutions rush to offer him lofty positions. And the masses listen.

Here is the mark of a great man.

[Daphne – “Women take off their knickers at the mere mention of his name. They swoon in his presence.” I don’t wish to disappoint you, but this is not so. At all.]

In my case, look down in awe …………… I’m six foot three.

He’s found a space in three other universities. But he’s not involved in teaching, or even in designing the curriculum, at all. He just puts his name on the franchise, and fucks off.

And who can blame him? We celebrate him as our national hero when our single defining national characteristic is poor thinking skills.

SYou don’t look up in awe at a billionaire midget shagging a supermodel blonde. You actually look on in pity at both parties involved.

This means the midget who believes he’s still got it (and I don’t mean the money), even if he ever had it in the first place, and the woman who should be shagging someone she finds attractive.

Italy refused to host the games due to the economic and financial situation.

He should have introduced the lateral thinking to them, in case they have never heard of it.