Imagine the scene. Thirty to fourty boys all kneeling in the chapel, each waiting in dread his turn to enter the confessional. Behind the little door and the wire divider sat the man with the loudest voice in Christendom.
"Bless me father, for I have sinned ...." was the whispered plea.
"SPEAK UP YOU STUPID BOY" thundered Pongo from behind the wire.
"I had impure thoughts four times ......" in as low a voice as possible.
"IMPURE THOUGHTS HOW MANY TIMES" Pongo shouted back.
"Four times, Father ......"
NEWMAN (substitute Creagh, Runyard, Serrao, Murphy or any other name you like ) ...... YOU ARE A DISGUSTING BOY. WHO DID YOU HAVE IMPURE THOUGHTS ABOUT ? TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED ........."
And so it went on and on and on ...................................................
Out in the chapel, every word was heard by the thirty nine other boys there, each one giggling at my pain, but also knowing that he would suffer exactly the same humiliation very shortly...........
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