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I've been in Rwanda, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Somalia and recently in the Rift Valley of Kenya so seen plenty. Not only through violence, also commonplace on the roads throughout Africa. To be honest after the first few it doesn't shock any more, though no matter how complacent you get, a kid's body always fucks you up.
Anyway as anyone will tell you the things about decomposing bodies is not the sight (after a few days they look more like one of those peat bog cavemen, strangely inoffensive), but the smell. I reckon now my nose is so fine-tuned I could stand in for that dog in Jersey.
Last year I was in a garden party in Sarf London, near Clapham Junction, and I swore I could smell a corpse. No-one else could, some mocked me and said it was drains or that I was too pissed. Two frigging months later workmen on the railway track at the back of the house found a suicide, been there about a year. Cheers, Network Rail.
(mzungu, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 12:56, 1 reply)

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I feel a bit guilty about liking any of these posts as being about death they're all a bit grim. However "I could stand in for that dog in Jersey" made me smile.

Does anyone else think that the guy leading that investigation who does all their media interviews looks more like a passerby than a senior police officer?
( e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 14:26, closed)