This takes me back
To when I was a student in the early 80's working behind a bar for extra cash.

One of the regulars was a lovely old fella called Arthur, in his early 60's, an Inter city train driver with a blemish free record.

About 18 months before he was due to retire he had his first and only "major incident". A teenage girl had decided it was all to much and stepped out in front of his train on a high speed part of the line.

Even though there was nothing on earth he could have done, he was a totally broken man and after that day never went back to work.

For the next 3 years I worked at the pub, I watched him drink himself slowly to death.

I'm sure the poor girl had her problems, but I just wish she could have taken a bottle of pills or something and not taken down a lovely blameless old feller and his family with her.

Heres to you Arthur, cheers and gods bless.
( RadG Drinking Mojitos in the sun, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 21:39, Reply)