Lockwood from Kevin Boniface on Vimeo.
At the newsagent's, Christine was on the till. She nodded at the pile of Examiners on the counter and said “There’s a new murder every day isn’t there? It’s like a new craze or something.”
“A craze?” I said.
“Yeh, you know, like a new craze from America, like skateboarding.”
“Yes” I said.
“Do you remember that craze for blokes hanging themselves not so long back?” said Christine.
“Yes, a bit back, about six months, a year back. Between me and my ex-husband we knew half a dozen blokes who hung themselves in the space of about three months.”
“Two of them were on our paper-rounds.” said Christine.
“Blimey! I wonder what brought that on?”
“I don’t know. Do you remember him who built our steps? He was one, hung himself.”
“Really? That’s terrible” I said.
“I know, and the thing is everyone’s always going on about them steps; the top one’s too short. People are always tripping over it and then they come in here and say ‘Whoever did them steps wants shooting!' What am I supposed to say to that now?”