Trojan Horse

Jean Charles de Menezes, 27 years old, Brazilian, died in stockwell tube station after police chased him, thinking he was a suicide bomber. 5 fucking shots, Dead. Fucking sources say he was playing a game of chase with a friend, that's why he didn't stop when policemen told him to do so.
Bla bla bla, read more here or here or type into google if you have the time.
Well, loads to talk about this week. Some people asking me if we are going to plan revenge! Hahaha
No, no, no, people. PLAN, SOMETHING BAD, IN THE FUTURE, FOR SOMEONE ELSE is not our style. Even if we started to plan, which I think it's impossible we would soon give up the idea to do something GOOD, FOR OURSELVES, NOW. We would probably buy the drinks for the meeting and end up dancing and drinking till the day after, completely forgetting about revenge.
Yesterday I spent the whole afternoon selling programs in a festival in Victoria Park. Dressed in fluorescent orange, loads of little programs hanging on my neck, I walked for hours, screaming PROGRAMS, 5 POUNDS. A guy gave me a balloon filled with helium. I inhaled it and yelled programs in a very thin voice, characteristic of the gas. Very funny. Try some helium if you have the chance.
Anyway, what was I trying to say? Oh yes... I saw a very big drum, just like those ones people use for capoeira events, but very big. It could fit 30 people in it. I thought to myself: REVENGE!! Hahahaha
Imagine how funny it could be! A Trojan horse from the tropics, full of drunk and horny Brazilians, ready to blow the festival away in the name of the dead Brazilian electrician.
Nah... it was just the Argyria Nervosa doing its job...