Our hero is on route from the retail park, smile, a tinge of excitement, a little pee dribbles down his left inside thigh. Having purchased 50″ of Samsung widescreen pleasure, that moist feeling, he can’t wait to get it inside. A re-re-rerun of action-packed shows, Netflix colourisation of bygone wars. An immersive marathon of X-box exhilaration sits waiting behind black tinted glass television stand doors. Our self-made hero can conquer mythical lands, battle armies, while joying his small joystick, fragile, bent, in the palm of their hand. Before embarking on his adventurous night where can the cardboard box purchased be dumped without sight? A small spark ignites in our hero’s vassal mind like a reptile he sliver and slides to the public park in the shadow of night. Back home feeling admiration and pride, our fuckwit sighs as his blank screen flickers, ignites and the room bursts into artificial colours of radiant rays green, red and pulsating blue. The wanker, he wanks, wanks and he wanks.