Heard a story a couple of nights back, about a kid my mates knew in the 1980s, whose tennis racquet got stolen. Some other guy at his school was a blatant shoe-in for the grab. A kid at the right place at the right time, with a history of theft to his name. They grilled him, but he wouldn’t give it up. Gave him the whole schtick about the police coming up to the school and his parents on his way. No confession. Eventually they just expel the little bastard and then a year or so on he hangs himself. Around about that point some other kid comes forward and says “hey, that was me that stole the racquetâ€. Suburban madness at its best.