I just went out for a walk, ironically to finalise my suicide plans. A women has just jumped in front of an express train at Northumberland Park station. Dozens of people hover around trying to catch a glimpse.But do they really want to see her, or is it just our morbid fasination with death. Her death means nothing to them, just abit of gossip for the lunch time crowd. I'm sitting here now, wondering who she was, and if she every was a member here. Did i speak to her, did i see her in the street. Will anyone miss her. Will the people gather round my corpse and gossip. I guess i'm just as bad as the others, telling you about this.