Down comfy crescents and leafy avenues, amidst the spiritual squalor of suburbia awash with mediocre hedonism; lace curtains twitch, metaphorical or otherwise. The postman on his NW reconnaissance notes the regular jiffy bag delivery.
Across at no.10 they observe early Sunday outings, full plastic bags with dubious retailing connections are taken in. It is part of a rising obsession that can take its grip on anyone foolish enough to be ensnared in its net. One succumbs as the Black Polka dots dance before ones eyes... another is spotted and yet another...
You have entered the Spotted net.
Welcome!