Prose 1

This is called Mind Rot As the man sat enthralled by a dancing dog on Britains Got Talent, his wife knew he had given up on life. The TV times was a riot of red rings, shows he had picked out for week. TOWIE, Made In Chelsea and The Voice were prominant picks, ebulliently circled by a man without spark. Top Gear, underlined emphatically as a must watch. A thin line of dribble slopped ou...t of his open mouth, causing a growing yellow stain on the white collar of his shirt. The mans wife picked up the cordless phone and dialled. She watched a growing puddle of piss form around her husbands feet as he clapped Simon Cowells face. Someone answered on the other end. "Hello, Dignitas" The wife smiled.