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Backseat Drive (07/10/17)

 In this 'scene' I am in an old fashioned mini (car) with Magalie.  I am sat on the left hand side and I am driving; even though I have never driven a car.  It becomes apparent that the car is swaying around the roads and It is becoming increasingly difficult to keep control.  This is partly because the roads are filling with water, and people are running away into the distance away from my erratic driving and becoming small stick men.  It is raining quite heavily,  and the roads are now full of water.  I stop the car and determine that the difficulty in trying to drive was because I was sat in the back seat leaning past the front seat to steer the wheel.

Next scene: the car is inside a pub, next to the bar,  no one seems to mind.  myself and a friend are sat stationary in the car.  he opens his door to create more room and sits there reading the 'Sunday Sport' newspaper and minding his own business.  I get out the left side door
, where I am sat, and walk into the lounge area of the pub.  Inside the darkened room men are drinking pints and jeering as the TV in there is showing two topless women fighting.  I realise that both the women have the same face.




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