Catholic Boys on a Tram

Travelling home on the tram today, I learnt a lot more than I care to know about the school life of one boy attending a Catholic school with a strongly traditionalist approach to education. A group of very spruce boys in neat school uniforms (mustn’t let the school down by slouching around the street looking scruffy and unkempt) got on just outside the CBD, talking very loudly.

The subject of their conversation was a boy named Nick, a fat fag who, apparently, is completely useless on the cricket field. And, to judge from their comments, he has a few problems with social skills - the sort of problems that a “fat fag” who probably wouldn’t play cricket if the school didn’t have a compulsory program would quickly develop in his desperation to get his team mates to like him.