In mid-summer of the previous year I had

waved at me. I smiled and raised a hand in greeting and she yelled again, motioning for me to join the group. Most of the people had bags or backpacks with them, but I had only my

generic flag, which I waved proudly to trumpet their cause, whatever that was. As a haver of herd mentality, I always respond to hand waving with absolute devotion. My chants were

"When Do We Want It? Now!" I was too far in the back of the mob to really know what the protest was about but everybody was having a good time.... until the teargas.

Then somebody threw a bottle. All heck broke out!

Because it was a bottle of pandemonium. When the bottle broke, all the horrible things Zeus had stored in it were let loose. Zeus was angry he wasn't invited to the party. Revenge

would be swift. Using various social engineering techniques he had learned at University, he managed to brown-nose his way into the party. Just kidding. He used lightning and stuff

. The Communist Party of Great Britain were a serious bunch. Lots of beards. He'd infiltrated himself into a position of extreme influence as the Deputry General Under Secretary of

Foreign and Domestic Financial Affairs (DGUSFDFA). The DGUSFDFA's first task was to abolish all forms of

acronyms. The DGUSFDFA thus created a singularity vortex and imploded upon itself in a bureaucratic whirlpool. The world rejoiced and everyone got laid. Happy trails!