The bucks’ party that wasn’t really a buck’s party — just an excuse for some friends to get together and go for a bike ride, then to have a few beers and a meal at the pub.
Crossing the river was delayed a little… we turned up to see a police launch sitting where the punt normally docks. In a jovial mood, everyone started cracking jokes about what a wild bunch we were, and how Evan hadn’t really needed to warn the police of our wild invasion of the western side of the river…. Turns out that the launch had just fished a suicide out of the river, one of the many people each year who jump from the Westgate bridge. High bridges and water form a magnetic attraction for the terminally depressed… it really wouldn’t matter whether they jumped into the river or the parkland from that height!
