Inspiration, where are you?

As I sit here waiting for my inspiration to get home I realised I was chewing on a crochet hook. Surprisingly its still not inspiring enough. So I will write out an interesting conversation with a friend.

Him:
This guy in England stood on top of a KFC and demanded chicken.

Me:
ok?

Him:
He threw tiles at the police.

Me:
ok

Him:
They gave him chicken. Then some smokes.

Me:
i see.

Him:
Then he took a nap.

Him:
It's funny.

Me:
why some cigarettes?

Him:
Its what he wanted.

Now I have come to realise there is no point in writing without inspiration. I will keep searching.