In my other life as a postman, one day at Shorncliffe I came across an hysterical woman, screaming. Her BOL had hung himself, over a woman. We went into the garage, I held him, she cut him down. I performed CPR until the coppers came, yelling at him, telling him what a selfish so & so he was, calling him all the names under the sun. Didn't work, he was gone. Turns out he had tried before, the old Sgt I gave my statement to told me if they are going to do it, nothing will stop them. Couldn't finish the run, went back to the office, burst into tears. I formed the opinion then that those who do that are in a different world, perhaps a world of hurt, and see no other way out. Irrationally, I wanted to smack him in the mouth, not PC I know. It may have been better if he had not had a meal high in garlic. When I get that same taste now, I feel sick.
I’m pretty sure the dinosaurs died out when they stopped gathering food and started having meetings to discuss gathering food
A bookshop is one of the only pieces of evidence we have that people are still thinking
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