Home from work, the kettle on It's time to relax and frown upon the square of light a means of escape to see a man fly, with a funny red cape. He saves the world, chases the bad is it her brother?no it's her dad! laughter, tears, fictional emotion escaping reality in a whimsical notion. Soaps, drama's, movies too glued to the box no time for the Loo will he live?does she die! is it a human? no it's a fly! kidnapped by aliens, fighting a war what is the purpose, who is it for? stuck in a world of frantic array actors and cartoons, models in clay. Your own little world, no one dare enter the sofa, this room, is your worldly centre no means to an end it goes on and on from the start of the evening, till the dot has gone.