RESULTS: MODS CLAIM HOUSE FROM ROCKERS! chokes the headline before Freddy rips the paper in two and lets it flutter dramatically away. Then he kicks his bike.

“Those scootering cunts! We’ll never have a decent speed limit again!” moans Chuck. “Let alone the radio. What will we do, Freddy?”

“I’ll tell you what we’ll do.” Freddy throws his scarf back over his shoulder. “We’re going to grow out of faddish politics, and let a younger generation find common ground in a new ethos called ‘punk.'”

He stands there for a while, fluttering.

“Isn’t that the same as losing?” says Chuck hesitantly.