I often think of writing as a bit like cooking. All the ingredients are things that are already in my head, and my mind acts like a washing machine, skooshes them all about, and then I write, and bits and pieces turn up in the strangest places.
That theory means I should be careful about what I put into my head in the first place. Choose only the best ingredients. One of the ingredients this week was riding about in a car that had a television inside it. I kid you not, my friends, such things exist.
The other ingredient is here, which comes courtesy of Socrates at Chicken and Pies.
If my writing output becomes a little odd, you know who to blame.
EDIT: Probably best not to watch this if you are sensitive. Or vegetarian. Or you just like animals. Sorry.