Robert Swindells - Daz 4 Zoe

1990

Palm trees dont like the cold. Thats why they dont occur naturally in England. You see them sometimes in seaside towns but they never look right. Ragged they are, with dead bits hanging down.

Old people occur naturally in England, but they dont like the cold, either. Some of them are ragged too, and there are probably dead bits only you dont see them.

Anyway, there was this winter. It was a really cold winter one of the coldest on record with hard frosts every night. It was so cold that old people started dying. Darent have the fire on, see. Not with electricity the price it was. So they wrapped themselves up in blankets and sat shivering till they fell asleep and died, like lost explorers in the Arctic.

And there was this seaside town that had some palm trees. Now palm trees cant feel the cold, but it kills them just the same. It was killing these particular palm trees all right. Slowly but surely.

Until one day the man that looked after them the Town Gardener, I suppose had this brilliant idea. What he did was, he got a lot of electric blankets and some very long cables and he plugged the blankets in and ran them out on the long cables and wrapped them round the palm trees. It took several blankets to wrap each tree but when he switched on, the trees were really snug.

Every night the Town Gardener switched on, and night after night the electricity ran through the long cables, warming the blankets till the cold spell was over and the palm trees were saved.

Afterwards it was on telly and in the papers, how the palm trees were saved. What a good idea, people said. What a clever man. Everybody was really happy.

Well, no not everybody. Some of the old folks some of them that didnt die moaned on about the waste of electricity, but youre going to get moaners whatever you do, and the moral of the story is you cant please everybody.

Or is it?

The rest of this book is fiction but it could come true, and we wouldnt like it if it did. Youll see what I mean when youve read it. It could come true, but it wont if were together. All of us.

Theres no reason why we shouldnt be.

Daz thay call me. 2 years back wen I com 13 Del thats my brovver thay catch im raiding wiv the Dred. Top im dont thay, and im just gon 15.

2 lornorders com tel our mam, 1 wumin, 1 man, nor thay dont come til after thay dunnit neever. Our Mam been down a longtime fore then wiv the dulleye, and she just sort of stairs dont she, til thay go of, and its not til nite she crys.

She sez dont you never go of wiv no Dred, our Daz. No Mam, I sez, but I never crost my hart. Dont cownt less you crost yor hart, rite?

Hi. Im Zoe. Zoe May Askew. Or Zoe may not. (Joke!) Im fourteen. My friend at school is Tabitha. Tabitha Flinders Wentworth for short. Shes fourteen too. If the name seems familiar to you its no big surprise. Her dads Paul Wentworth of Wentworth and Lodge (Developments) PLC, the outfit that shoved up practically every residential estate in practically every suburb in England. Youre bound to have seen their boards, plus their ads on T.V. Hes into about a million other things too, Tabby says. Security. Roads. Power. Hes into power all right. Chair of the Suburb Selectmen, Chair of Schools Management Committee, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Dog leaves a mess on the sidewalk, Paul Wentworthll make himself Chair of it.

Theyre loaded. Well, you can imagine. They live in this gorgeous architect-designed house on Wentworth Drive. Thats right Wentworth Drive. He built the place and named it after himself, and why not?

I know what youre wondering. Youre wondering how come Tabby Wentworth would bother with a scumbag like me, right? Sure you are. Well, my dads an estate agent, see, and what estate agents do is they sell houses. You probably thought they sold cheeseburgers, but they sell houses. Wentworth builds em, Dad sells em. Theyre not friends, exactly, but they do a lot of business together and thats what its all about, isnt it?

Well, no, as a matter of fact, its not.

Listen. I want to tell you a story, only Ive got to start at the beginning, right? And thats where Tabby Wentworth comes in. At the beginning. Because she started it. She started it because everythings boring and fourteens a lousy age and chippyings about the only way you can get a bit of excitement around here. Chippying. If youve never heard of it, dont worry. You will. In fact youre going to know all about chippying real soon.

Theres us and theres them, see? Subbies and Chippies. They dont call themselves Chippies, of course. I dont know what they call themselves, but I know they call us Subbies. Thats because we live in the suburbs. We work and take showers and have nice houses. They dont. They hang out and live in crummy apartments and they dont even wash, for petes sake. And they hate us. Were just ordinary, decent people, doing pretty much what people ought to do, but they hate us. Dad reckons its envy. They envy us. They want our cars and our money and our nice houses, but they dont want our long years in school and they dont want to work. Thats what Dad says, anyway. I dont know. I bet theyre the same as everybody else, really, but I wouldnt say that to Dad. He says they get so many hand6uts they dont need to work. And if they want some money or a nice car, they just sneak into the nearest suburb and take it. Thats why we have fences and lights and guards. Thats how come we have to carry I.D. all the time, and why we keep moving if we go outside.

Say you have an aunt or a cousin or somebody living in a neighbouring suburb and you want to visit with them. What you have to do is get in the car, check the tank, hit the freeway with your foot down and go like the clappers till youre there. Its the only way. You stop out there you just so much as slow down and they got you. Theyre watching all the time, see. All the time.

Why Chippies, I hear you ask. Why do we call them Chippies. Well, thats easy. Its their favourite food, chips. They practically live on them. Everybody knows that. Its a well-known fact. And thats where chippying comes from. It means going out and mixing with the Chippies.

What happens is, some kid gets fed up being cooped up. I mean all right a suburbs a pretty nice place. Im not saying that. But any place with a fence aroundll get to you, eventually. So this kid gets ballsed off and he calls a couple of buddies and they get in the car and go. Not down the freeway, cause that only takes you to the next nice prison. No. They take one of the turnoffs the copcars use and cruise into town. I mean right down there where the streets are dark and dirty with high, crummy buildings and broken glass everywhere. Why? Because the one thing those dumb Chippies know how to do is have a good time.

They have these clubs. Not like our clubs. Im not talking about squash clubs or health clubs or bridge clubs, and Im not talking about youth clubs, either, with bands that play gospel half the time. No. These clubsre night-clubs. You know. Dim, smoky little joints with booze and dope and bands that really belt it out. All the stuff the Chippies knock off, stuff they lift in the suburbs or take from hi-jack trucks gets fenced in the clubs. You might have seen something similar in old movies, but unless you chippy youre never gonna see one for real.

And thats where the kids go. Round the clubs. And if you think thats safe youre crazy. Its not safe. In fact its downright dangerous, but thats all part of the fun.

The reason its dangerous is, two reasons. First, youve got money and they dont, and they know you have it, and theres a lot of them and only a few of you. And second, they hate you anyway cause youre a Subby and theyd as soon kill a Subby as look at him.