George ‘Bad Ass’ Potts wanted to be a terrorist. He had weighed up the career options and decided this one suited the mix of his personality (prefers own company, likes fires) and technical skills (good at not being seen, always able to start a fire). At Christmas he had asked for a Kevlar vest, a strong magnifying glass and an easy to use lighter. He got slippers and a book token.
Frankly George had had enough. He took to his room and refused to come out for six days. On New Year’s Eve his mother banged on the door. “George, what are you doing?”
“Plotting the overthrow of the hegemonic tyranny you call a Government.”
Mrs Potts returned to the kitchen. “Well thank goodness.”
Mr Potts put down the tea cloth. “What’s he up to?”
“Making his New Year’s Revolutions.”