When I was fourteen
Me and a lad I hung around with decided to get drunk on a warm summers day. After a jaunt to a local offie, we proceeded to find a spot to get lashed on.

We settled on the roof top of a multistory car park that was soon to be demolished.

For an example, it was similar to the one in Gateshead (http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/04/Gateshead_450x300.jpg) and the stop in question is the highest point in the image. I.e. No barriers.

I still shudder when I think how easy it would be to 1) fall off accidentally 2) fall off when drunk 3) and this is the one that really freak me out *be pushed*. Seriously, this lad could have given me a shove and there is nothing no-one could say otherwise. We were drunk after all.

I lie awake at night, knowing that in a parallel universe one of the above three has happened.
(Rimfeast, Thu 19 Feb 2009, 12:01, Reply)