In 1987-8 I decided to attack Europe's most highly-priced apartments of 'Thatcher-types' at Millwall in the Isle of Dogs. They had succeeded in having the so-called 'Docklands Light Railway' built for their own selfish interests with the approval of a screeching woman with pigsh.. for brains like the rest of her "scrawny-necked henchmen".
The bomb was,per my instructions,located not in a copycat white Ford Transit located in the scrapyard on the other side of the buttress concrete support,rounded in design,but in a yellow box-lorry.
Why so?
To give pigsh..-for-brains types in the Metropolitan Police a "surprise" if they tried to immobilise or defuse the bomb. The larger door cavity meant that we could fit an anti-handling device safely and securely.
As per my instructions,the 'hazard' lights were left on,blinking to avoid unnecessary deaths and indicate the vehicle referred to in the telephone warning.
Nevertheless,two civilians were reported dead.
The bomb detonated after,as planned by myself,recoiling against the concrete buttress and forcing the strength of the blast towards the luxury apartment block,to maximise the force of the blast.
That apartment complex was,as directed by myself, completely destroyed.
One in the eye for East London types connected to the hard-man outfits in the Horn of Plenty,the Bunch of Grapes and the Blind Beggar...
Service as always with a smile,a Cockney impersonation and a belly laugh at the English fools for letting me 'run riot' and the Metropolitan Police for not arresting.me and 'playing silly buggers', allowing me "to play hell's bells around the City of London" (Der Spielplan, July-August 1988).
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