A young man returns to his comfortable middle-class home, feeling triumphant after his trip to the record store. He is wearing a trilby hat, which covers his fashionably long, shaggy hair, a tight Babyshambles t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, box-fresh from Topshop and ripped to perfection. He sits down at his computer, logging on to The Others' forum and pops his newly purchased cd into the player. A drum roll begins, and feedback starts howling out of the speakers; suddenly, two loud, unruly Northern voices yelp in unison:
"HEY SCENESTERS! HEY HEY SCENESTERS! YOU ARE ALL IN TROUBLE NOW – SOMEONE'S GONNA COP IT NOW!"
The young man falls off his chair.