Blackpool with the lads

2. Car journey

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It was fun.  I napped the last hour.  Came up with a new concept for a joke.

Needing a piss, you meditate to focus then you slowly start to feel your croch area warm up.  You know what's happened but don't want to alert anyone.  You know it's stupid to deny it, you don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce the culprit of the pissy seat. I open my eyes time to face the music.  Look down. My legs and the chair are .. dry?  Turns out that warm feeling wasn't piss it was my pal turning on his heated seats.