Calvin Tyndale's friends saw him as a tall, handsome, intelligent 25-year old ne'er-do-well who could have, be, or do anything he wanted, but chose to be a nobody, and do nothing more than spend his waking hours indulging his physical appetites. His father, Alistair Tyndale, whom he addresses as Sir, couldn't care less; Katliene, his very young and strong-willed mother, whom he calls Kit, not only cares, but also is determined that her son pursue a career befitting the Tyndale name. She gently but resolutely presses him into considering a career as, of all things, a clergyman.
Tyndale agrees in spite of the fact that he sees the church as a relic of the past, out of touch with the people it claims to serve, dominated by a dysfunctional clergy, suffocating in its own creeds, wallowing in theological doctrines which lacerate the soul with guilt, and plagued throughout its history by its deviant fears of human sexuality. So far as he's concerned two things stand in the way of that cadaverous "body" succumbing to the inevitable, social status and money.
The title, Indecent Disorder, is a play on the Apostle Paul's words to the Church at Corinth where he suggests that at the very least "...all things should be done decently and in order."