So it's 1990 in London. I'm at work and a supplier, about the same age as me, takes me and my work partner for a beer. Lubricated, the supplier, who's from London, originally from Bayswater, tells us about his mum, who was murdered when he was a child. Apparently, his mum was thrown or pushed out of, or at any rate involuntarily exited, a high window and was impaled on the steel railings below. Heavy stuff over a lunch time drink. I was expecting beer, crisps and politically incorrect jokes.
Fast forward twenty years.
So I'm talking to my 65 year old next-door neighbour in Sydney, Australia (as opposed to Sydney, Canada). Anyway, my neighbour's talking about when he was a travelling hippy, living in London in the 60's. And he tells me about the day when the lady next door, in Bayswater, was murdered by falling from a high building onto the railings below. Now, either that's a weird coincidence, or Bayswater in the 60s was a dangerous place to be out in the streets in anything less substantial than a car.
Fast forward twenty years.
So I'm talking to my 65 year old next-door neighbour in Sydney, Australia (as opposed to Sydney, Canada). Anyway, my neighbour's talking about when he was a travelling hippy, living in London in the 60's. And he tells me about the day when the lady next door, in Bayswater, was murdered by falling from a high building onto the railings below. Now, either that's a weird coincidence, or Bayswater in the 60s was a dangerous place to be out in the streets in anything less substantial than a car.
Maybe I'm just the kind of person,who brings out morbid, gory subjects in people - though he did tell me a good joke too.
Paddy goes for a job as a blacksmith.
Paddy goes for a job as a blacksmith.
Blacksmith: "So Paddy, do you have any experience shoeing horses?"
Paddy:"No, but I told a donkey to fuck off, once."
Paddy:"No, but I told a donkey to fuck off, once."
