Bad Writing Prize (Inspiration Point)

It was a wet and windy night, though not necessarily in that order, it might have been a night when the wind came first, clattering about the countryside the way a pissed-up Politics and Philosophy student clatters about his tiny, forty-quid-a-week kitchen attempting to make baked beans on toast at four in the morning before vomiting into the shiny, black Russell Hobbs kettle...