The Bra (Leb) Boys

“I can guarantee you Christine that in two year’s time these blokes will be behind bars. I’d like to see where those A-listers will be then.”
- Sydney Detective

Guess What? I am going to write a documentary about Leb boys from Lakemba. I’d get some Hollywood Star to narrate the film. I don’t who at this stage. Maybe Anthony LaPaglia.

Might get some B-grade starlet to date one of them. Just for a bit of publicity.

Do you reckon Kate Fischer would bang a Leb?

What I am stuck on is whether my Leb Boys would be welcomed by Sydney’s A listers.

Do you reckon The Sydney Magazine would have them on the front cover?

What about that adman Jack Singleton? Do you think he might get them for a promo for one of this stupid beers?

And do you reckon my documentary would be met with silence from Alan Jones, Morris Dilemma and John Howard?

I mean who the heck are these Bra Boys anyway?

One of them was charged with murder, another with accessory. They were known to beat up on the cops.

One clown is even some world champion surfer and yet after all his international wins, he still remains in debt.

This fool has even got himself a new clothing line. Part of the branding includes a mug shot of him taken by Police.

Please! Aren’t they criminals?

If they were Lebs, I suspect the story would be different.

Alan Jones would be on the blower daily, screaming to his listeners about middle eastern crims benefiting from crime.

We’d have Morris Dilemma offering a zero tolerance policy that would prevent any Leb from venturing within 5 miles of a cop. And of course you would have John Howard. Nothing needs to be said.

Apparently these Bra Boys, did it tough. They grew up in a Housing Commission flat with a single parent – who was never around. Yawn.

Well I grew up in Housing Commission and I came from a single parent family.

I didn’t beat up cops though. Instead I became a finance journalist.