evidence
in my early teens, i lived in a house behind some old maisonettes that were due to be demolished. about 6 weeks before they were due to come down, we heard that a woman had been killed during an argument with her fella, either falling or being pushed off the balcony of the maisonettes and landing on her head.
being the little ghouls that we were, we went to have a look. the body had, of course, been removed by this time, but there was still a fair amount of blood around.
whilst searching the area, i found a copy of the yellow pages, which was now a very blood-soaked red pages. there seemed to be a small lump in it, so i opened the book.
there, stuck to a page, was a blood-and-hair matted gold stud earring, of the type habitually worn by the poor woman who'd died.
we left it where it was and went home. the fun had definitely gone from that day.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 15:27, Reply)