Admittedly the tram trip was a little slow. I was sitting opposite R who was facing forward. Behind me were five school girls, all dressed in de rigueur frayed cut off denim shorts. I gazed contentedly out the window at our big brown river as the tram crossed Princes Bridge. Between the Arts Centre and Little Collins Street I counted nineteen excited "oh my god"s sprinkled liberally into their private school girl chat. They will go on to be or marry influential people who will preside over we commoners.
I wonder what the girls would say if they saw a bad car crash happen in front of their eyes. OMG just wouldn't cut it.