Next

I will not cover my eyes, I want to see, to stand here proud and cast my eyes over London. The river Thames flows by as it has for thousands of years, murky brown water sweeping up odd boots, dead rats and white-bellied fish to dump along its way. The faces in the crowd are pale reflections of the horror I feel. Some choose not to look at me, they laugh, they eat, and when they do notice, I am simply a distraction in their day. The noises combine to form a steady hum, some kind of music I think. My melody, a joyless drone composed to ease my nerves. Lightening charges streak through my veins instead of blood. What an adventure, my last I vow. But I am not the first. There have been plenty before me and no doubt there will be others after me. My breathing quickens but I stand tall, I am a statue to heroics, I will not be defeated, I was challenged and they mocked but now here I stand before them, so near the spot where so many have lost their heads to blunt axes and the swift blades of French swords. Can I be as brave as them?

"Are you ready?" he whispers

I nod, my fate accepted, there is no going back now.

"Keep your eyes open till the last moment." he says.” On the count of three, one, two, three........here goes,


bungee!!!!!!”

“Aghhhhhhhhh!”