Revolutionary Rants

Oh yeah, one other strange thing to have happened this week. On Tuesday night I left work at 17:30 and headed off to meet Chicken where he picks me up at a small retail park across the river Taw (he starts earlier than me, so he takes the car and I get the bus in and then we return together, y’see).

A couple of lads were a bit merry on cider and larking about on the old Long Bridge over the river. Suddenly they were looking over the edge. ‘You dare me? You dare me? In to which bit?’ says one, the other points below. Off comes number one’s top and up he goes on to the bridge edge. Bare in mind that the tide is out and you can see the bottom of the river, full of debris and mulchy muck…

I tough he would never actually jump.But the chuffer did. He emerged from the tiny amount of water he’d jumped in to, but I didn’t see him stand.

Someone had tried to kill themselves off the same bridge last week and had broken their ankle and injured their back…

This summer sun, it does odd stuff to people.