A few
My first was a climber ‘soloing’ some height above me and a mate while were preparing for our own climb. I was actually watching him as he slipped, hung by a couple of fingers for a split second, said ‘shit’ and fell. The face hasn’t quite vertical and every time he hit the rock his body became more and more rag doll like. There wasn’t any point going over for a closer look, so I didn’t. My mate stayed with him while I walked for 45 minutes to get ‘help’ (no mobile phones kids, imagine that). The sounds rather than vision of it have made the strongest memories for me, particularly that one word ‘shit’, said with no fear, just a resignation that a fuck up has been made.

On a lighter note, the second one was a dead Scouser in Bournemouth. Those who know the town well will be aware of the Scouser problem.

I was walking through one of the public gardens early one morning and came across a group of council grounds men gathered round an obviously dead probable Scouser (both facts later confirmed by the local paper). I can report that one of the council workers was indeed poking the body with a stick in the form of the handle of his rake.

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( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Thu 28 Feb 2008, 10:58, Reply)