Different? Listening to the monologue of Tom Foster.

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Different?     (Listening)

Rundown suburban park. In the course of the monologue, Tom Foster (a local teenager) alternates between leaning on a cracked football post and sitting on a dangerous-looking broken swing. The passage ends with Tom walking briskly off into the distance.

These ‘greebo’s’ sicken me ‘goth chicks’, if you’re on about the women of that sort. I’m not sayin’ that those are the only names they have. They’ve got loads of other names… Goths, grungers, rockers, skaters… they’re all the same. They don’t see it that way but, to be honest, who cares what they think?! They walk around in their black “hoodies” and their black jeans, even the blokes wear bracelets and nail-varnish! And don’t get me started on those shoes they wear which are about 3 sizes too big.

“Filthy scum get outta Brum’” that’s what we say, ‘Dan the man’ made that one up a couple of years back and it’s become our motto ever since… “and you can take your so called “music” with ya”. I don’t know how someone can put themselves through that… Torture!

“Hail Satan”, “slit your wrists”, that’s what they’re into… each one’s as bad as the next. They’d at least be bearable if they listened to some real tunes that didn’t sound like the same thing over and over. ‘Hard-House’, ‘Garage’, ‘Jungle… sheer wicked tunage. Saw DJ Spooney at God’s Kitchen… Massive! The thing is though, his tunes ain’t just wicked basslines, he says they’ve all got their own hidden meanings… and you could feel it. The sweetest night of my life. The crowd were jacked, slammin’ atmosphere! A bit different from so called “moshing”. We go for the music, not to get “wasted”… where’s the fun in that… oh yeah, and what kind of a person doesn’t like football!?

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I was walkin’ into town the other day and this loser had a dog collar on… and all the piercing’s you see ‘em with… and this chick he was with had the guy on the end of a dog lead and was draggin’ him round all them greebo shops you find on the outside of town… attention seekers, that’s all they are, why else would they do that? Oh… and sick, weirdo S and M lovers… Then again… I’ve seen worse than that… on the same day in fact. I went into the centre to meet my mates and loadsa ...

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