Folkestone double death plunge smash horror tragedy!

Yoinks, yesterday someone chucked themselves off the roof of Bouverie Square in Folkestone, and today the end of our road was sealed off by police because of a "scene". Police were stopping anyone getting close to what had happened, so a) we had to walk home via a circuitous route, and b) no I didn't get any photos / videos / close up viewing details of what had gone on.

Actually wrote that yesterday and then Clare made me think about whether I should write about things like that or not. Of course I should, this is for me to remember where I was and what I was doing and things. Any local events are worth a mention. Perhaps making a horror death map tour of the town on google maps or something would be going to far, but it might be interesting to see local murder points, or the inevitable floral tributes. Look, what's likely to happen first, I write publish something insensitive and gory, or I just get too dull and other people stop reading?

I didn't go out of my way to find out anything about the Bouverie Square (newish town centre shopping complex, Asda, Starbucks, HMV, etc) suicide, I first overheard at work that something had happened "opposite SAGA". Although I was back in work, jetlagged and holiday-hungover, Clare had another day off and was spending part of it walking to Hythe, so right past SAGA HQ. Clare wasn't answering her phone, but she spotted it and called me back, she'd been in to town and heard all about the tragedy there from someone who worked in Asda.

Further details emerged on the way home, I had borrowed a car from work and gave someone else a lift back to Folkestone, he'd been on Facebook and the other gossip networks and heard from people who'd apparently been there, and there were seemingly plenty of witnesses, some of them holding up their camera phones as it all happened (although an apparent eye-witness has checked in to say this is NOT TRUE). So that's why I don't have any firm details, I'm not googling for it in case someone more awful than me has a YouTube clip or something.

Going to be a fairly lazy day today, hopefully I will get round to sorting my holiday photos and trying to remember some details of what we actually did while we were in Key West. Yesterday we had a bit of a day out - it's a bank holiday, so a free day, so let's do something different. We ended up in Ramsgate - it's rubbish, but the harbour side cafes were OK on such a nice day, and it does have a Pizza Express. We tried a few pubs, but could not find ANY local beer, how odd. So we headed back after lunch and jumped off the train at Deal briefly - much nicer there, went to the very cool The Bohemian pub / bar, and happened to be at the station at the same time as The Orient Express. Well, the English leg of it anyway. Lots of people suited and buoted on the platform, very odd.

We came home from Deal quite early just to stay in and catch up on Lost and House and loads of low quality quiz shows on BBC iPlayer.

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Making your votes up

Cheers Stu for pointing out Justin has blogged about the Eurovision thing on his myspace. Are people still doing myspace then? I must admit my facebook network hasn't really bloomed like it might have done, that's what only adding people you really know as "friends" though. Or at least people you have actually met, once. The internet is a lonely place. Anyway, here's what Justin had to say. I've met him you know, I'm sure I have.

I left Vancouver to follow my eurovision dream, but was outclassed ultimately by the magical Scooch on March 17th 2007. My 32nd birthday. The United Kingdom must be either racist or stupid not to have voted for Big Brovas or Beverlei Brown (she looked and sounded FANTASTIC). It's like when multi-award winning, multi-million selling Lemar lost to David "3 stars at Burger King" Sneddon in Fame Academy all those years ago. Nothing ever changes. That fella off Doctor Who that looks like a fat Tom Cruise was offering expert analysis on the entrants, and encouraged the voting public to send Scooch to Eurovision. He then had the nerve to come into my dressing room and "act" surprised by the result. I don't know who he is or why he thought I'd be interested in his commiserations. I certainly don't understand how he got an acting job. I thought I could see his nose growing when he said he couldn't believe the sing-off wasn't between us and Big Brovas... The whole thing whiffed of a stitch-up, particularly when you consider that our supporters had their banners confiscated by security, whilst Scooch fans were filmed proudly waving theirs. When Big Brovas were eliminated, my heart sank and I thought, "The dream is over." I was right. Despite the disappointment however, I must confess that after seeing the Scooch performance a couple of times, it clicked. And I realised that actually, that is what Eurovision is all about.

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