Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
Calm down, old chap. Consider your age and the considerable risk of an embolism, aneurysm or potentially even anal prolapse.

I was chatting yesterday with an old chum about a dear, close mutual friend who committed hara kiri some years ago. We were both clearly struggling to understand what pushed him to his dreadful end, and, of course, couldn't, because the depths of another's despair is a place we cannot visit, or no.

Funnily enough I then went for a long walk along the cliffs at Beachy Head, looking at all the little memorials to jumpers. Did you know that deaths at the site range from 7 a year to 28? And some poor búgger has to scrape them up at the bottom. Mind you, the lack of a decent road network round those parts means that by the time you've reached the place you've probably lost the will to live anyway.

We had a decent feed of scallops for lunch, it being scallop festival time. Does that mean that it was this time of year we rented thon oast house?
I guess it must be, yes.

Killing oneself at Beachy Head is a bit clichéd, really, isn't it? It seems odd to me that in the depths of despair, one would choose either the quickest and easiest means to hand rather than drive all that way to join a fùcking queue.

Couldn't do it myself, of course. Hate heights.