Which is, of course, an incredibly thin excuse to repost some of the shit I wrote during Ashley Lister's session.
A six-word story:
Tomorrow morning. My garden. Bring water.
I tried. I really did try. But, no matter how hard I tried, how much I studied, how badly I wanted this... it wouldn't work. It just wouldn't.
And then she told me that it wasn't switched on...
Brought to my knees, I sobbed into my bloodied hands.
Choking back an agonised scream, I managed - with a huge amount of effort - to whisper my eventual, fateful answer.
"New Order," I croaked. "I've never been too keen on Joy Division."
And I waited for the deathblows to rain down upon me.