Dragging his father down.

Keith Schembri won’t take this lying down. He’s going to fight, and he’s going to blame everyone but himself, and he’s going to play the martyr, and he’s going to give us a lot of that macho working class hero crap, and he will give no quarter to the idea that he did anything out of line.

But last night, as he looked up to the ceiling of his cell, he needed to push a thought out of his head: a few paces away from him, in scrubs or out of them, was his 73 year old father who one day lived in Bormla in a social housing flat counting the days to Dom Mintoff’s next mass meeting.

And his father was now in prison. Thanks to him.

Nice going, Keith.