AND THERE WE HAVE IT

Interspersed with his spasms of self-praise, telling us he's one of the best criminal lawyers with which the country has been blessed and how he has the solution to everything under the sun, the truth came to the top, rising like cream to the top of the sour milk.

The bottom line is clear to anyone who watched Bondi+ without an eagerness to see Lou Bondi creamed. The man is an arrogant know-it-all who smirks his way through every question put to him, refusing to answer any question he sees as awkward and, quite obviously, without the guts to declare a final position.

You see, if he declares himself once and for all, his novelty value disappears and the world will start to do what it should have done months ago, that is ignore him for the spoilt brat that he is.

Frankly, I admire Lou Bondi: faced with a self-absorbed twerp making it clear that it's his way or the highway, I would have fallen for the manipulation and lost it. Lou's reaction was subtler: he just let that inimitable look of amazement cross his face, making it clear what we should think of Debono.

Did you notice two things, though? Debono almost lost it when his nemesis, Joseph Muscat was mentioned. At this point, he got visibly uncomfortable. And then there's Debono's body language, with his constant messing with his (switched off, yeah right) mobile and his scribbling, the body language of a man who is unable to be happy about anything.

And that's leaving aside his constant creation of scenarios to fit his constructs: he says PBS is as bad as Xandir Malta in the Eighties, even as he gives the lie to this hare-brained theory by having almost a couple of hours dedicated to the bees in his bonnet.