Write without reading.

this is a story all about how my life was boiled dry like a pan of scouse.

Of course its not my life im talking about, its your life.

Have I ever been to Blakely? I hear you ask yourself.

But Have you?

You know when your headphones are good when you cant hear your car alarm go off. Then you go for a wee cursing the noise when you hear it, unbeknownst to you its your car alarm. Then half way through your jam it comes to you. The whole street is awake at this point, baby in arms kind of scene and proceed angrily towards the window of the car and look in. To see your pop up tent, that you couldnt pop down, had in fact set it off.

Only to find to find the contents of the tent splattered on the windscreen.