Paragraph one, the day began, the rain poured down upon his carriage, lighting struck in nearby fields, and sheep bleated pliantly in the cursed morning gloom

He was struggling with the rattling of the carriage to to scrawl in a leather notepad, a bizarre sort of journal entry, which would later be found to read, "house elevator face hair neat lift swish steel doctors five people coats neat tie ironic mean lobby tree thought insight fight investigate keys split hello fight question"

This man was Josh Elkson, a magistrate who had fallen into the hands of a sinister business man, who was owned by this man, and who would, on this sinister figures instructions, travel at the break of day to a small country village many miles out-side London.

It's f*cking unbelievable but it's true, I'll have my own website running before long, come back each week to see progress and maybe the finished thing.