That revolting sleaze, Tony Debono, pops up again
What Tony Debono looked like just a few years ago
And what he looks like now
From The Malta Independent’s report on the proceedings in court this morning:
George Farrugia said Tony Debono joined the group as a consultant later on. “Whenever we used to close a deal Mr Debono used to ask me for money on the pretext that he was experienced and had a lot of contacts and was helping the company.” Mr Farrugia said he used to tell his brother Salvu about Tony Debono’s requests for money. “A mutual friend told me later that Tony Debono wanted to destroy me for not giving him money behind my brothers’ backs.”He also claimed that Mr Debono repeated the threats to his lawyer, Siegfried Borg Cole.
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There were times, he said, when Anthony Debono was a company consultant supposedly for a restructuring of the (John’s) group’s companies. Mr Debono told his that he (Debono) was to be appointed ambassador and the group could get more business. he then asked for money. Mr Farrugia said he felt the group was paying Mr Debono enough so he never gave him money.
He had told one of his brothers, Saviour, that Mr Debono was asking for money. Tony Debono then told a common friend, Ronnie Agius, that he wanted to finish him (Mr Farrugia) off. Mr Farrugia said Tony Debono also called his (Farrugia’s) lawyer, Sigfried Borg Cole and threatened him.
I believe that. That is so very much the way Tony Debono – sorry, Anthony de Bono – operates. He is utterly crass, sleazy and ghastly. He used to bring me out in hives, oiling up to me with that creepy eunuch’s voice.
We haven’t spoken in 15 years. He is another one of those vicious men (I have a whole collection of them) who would go out of his way to see me impaled on a thousand knives because he never forgave me for facing him down.
At a conference where I was in charge of the organisation, he slipped in on the eve and laid a copy of his absolutely horrid, tacky, self-promoting CV, printed in baroque script with his AWFUL photograph, on every one of the 200 seats. Some of them were even laminated. I think it was the offensive aesthetics of the thing that got to me most of all. When I saw them the following morning, I whipped round and put them all in the bin where he could see them.
He came over to fight with me and I told him that none of the speakers were permitted to place self-promotional material on the seats – not that any other one of them had even asked to do something so cheap.
He went away and came back with another pile of them. I told him that if he even so much as tried to put them on the participants’ seats, I would call the hotel security.
He scuttled off to find the man he thought was my boss – because you know how it is, you always have to report a woman to a man – only to be told that he wasn’t my boss.
Tony Debono spent the rest of the conference concentrating on shooting daggers in my direction and plotting how best to get back at me instead of concentrating on the speeches. Everywhere I turned, he was behind me, mouthing viciously.
In 1987, the incoming Nationalist government should have chucked this sordid scum, who was Prime Minister KMB’s terrier, right overboard. Instead they took him on at Telemalta and let him claw and lickspittle his way about, grubbing out money, positions and favours, right up until the end, when he was made ambassador to somewhere or other. Awful man – a small-time fixer from the gutter.