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      • Getting on the Streets
      • Tempo of the City
      • Jumpers, pill poppers and the indoor BBQ
      • Into a Minefield.
    • Why Tango in Paris, when you can Foxtrot in Kowloon? >
      • Baptism By Fire
      • Kai Tak with Mrs Thatcher.
      • Home; The Boy Returns
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    • PTU Instructor & Getting Hitched
    • Having a go: SDU
    • Starting a Chernobyl family
    • EOD - Don't touch anything
    • Semen Stains and the rules
  • 1987 to 1992 - Should I Stay or Go?
    • Blue Lights, Sirens & Grenades
    • Drugs, Broken Kids & A Plane Crash
    • 600 Happy Meals Please!
    • Hong Kong's Best Insurance
    • Riding the Iron Horse
  • Crime in Hong Kong
    • Falling Crime Rates - Why?
    • Triads
  • History of Hong Kong Policing
    • History 1841 to 1941
    • History 1945 to 1967
    • Anatomy of the 50 cent Riot - 1966
    • The Fall of a Commissioner.
    • History 1967 to 1980
    • Three Wise Men from the West
    • The Blue Berets.
    • The African Korps and other tribes.
    • Getting About - Transport.
    • A Pub in every station
    • Bullshit Bingo & Meetings
    • Godber - The one who nearly got away.
    • Uncle Ho
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    • 2001 - A Space Odyssey.
    • The Godfather.
    • Blade Runner
    • Kes
    • Star Wars
    • Aliens
    • Ferris Bueller's Day Off
    • The Life of Brian
    • Dr Strangelove.
    • Infernal Affairs
    • Bridge on the River Kwai.
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    • PTU
    • Contact
    • Saving Private Ryan
    • Family Guy Star Wars
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Jumpers, Pill Poppers and the indoor BBQ.

I don't know why people decide to kill themselves on a Saturday. All I know is that Saturday was usually busy with suicides.

Neither is this place for a detailed examination of the causes of suicides. But, it goes without saying that life in Hong Kong places a lot of pressure on people. Some snap with tragic consequences. 

Within the Police, black humour exists around death as a coping mechanism. It would be best if you had that psychological distance to function. Jumpers became "high divers without a pool" or "he forgot the parachute." It would be best if you had that to cope; otherwise, it would overwhelm you.

At the start of my career, "jumping from height" was the primary method of ending it all. The high-rise environment lent itself to that option. Then, over time, that changed.

Overdosing on medicine was also popular. Yet, for those of us who had to deal with the aftermath, the change to the indoor BBQ came as a relief.  

This method emerged in the late 1990s. Locked in a room, lighting a charcoal BBQ; death resulted from hypoxia. The media portrayed this method as easy and painless. Unfortunately, this coverage didn't help matters. The truth is some folks lapsed into unconsciousness and didn't die. Others survived to suffer brain damage. 

The police response to these charcoal cases is straightforward. The sealed room, valuables intact, the preparation and planning are indicators of no foul play. Plus, the lack of a mess or gory scene meant our job was less stressful.

Dealing with dead bodies became routine. Later in my career, when working at the Airport, I had to pull a large dead German out of a business class lavatory. 


​The crew had placed him there shortly after he passed away due to a heart attack. Unfortunately, he died as the plane departed Amsterdam. 

His accompanying wife demanded the plane turn around. The captain was having none of that. Explaining it would take time to dump fuel, land, then rearrange a new crew. He opted to go on. The dead guy was going to Hong Kong, stuffed into the toilet with the door locked. 

By the time the plane arrived in Hong Kong, he had slipped between the door and the toilet bowl. Moreover, he was stiffening up as rigour-mortis set in. It took four of us pulling and bending him before he was finally freed from the toilet. These days the option of toilet storage is not used.

One of the most bizarre cases I handled started as a call for help. The manager of a hair salon was not responding to his staff after he entered a toilet. We arrived and knocked on the toilet door without an answer. With no windows or other access, I decided to force the door. Inch by inch, the door gave way. Finally, using a hand mirror, we managed to get a view inside. 

The sight that greeted me was troubling. The manager was kneeling on the floor, his trousers around his ankles—a porn mag resting on the toilet seat. Meanwhile, inserted in his bottom was the handle of a toilet cleaning brush. The floor was awash with blood.


We removed the door by its hinges. The poor chap had suffered massive blood loss. 

​Some of the saddest scenes I saw resulted from initial reports of "odd smell found." The neighbours would call us stating that a strange smell was coming from a flat. The tenant was out of contact. The fireman would break in for us.

​The stench told you what to expect. A maggot-riddled corpse and a room clouded with flies buzzing. Meanwhile, the person's possessions laid undisturbed: family photographs, records of younger days. 

We trawled through phone books looking for relatives to contact. In one case, an old lady had remained undiscovered for six days. Her family had moved to the USA and lost contact. I called her daughter in New York to pass on the news. All she wanted to know is had we located the deeds for the flat.
 

The smell of a rotting corpse would linger in my nose for days. You could taste that smell. I took repeated showers, had my uniform dry cleaned, but still, it was there. Even as I write, the odour has returned to haunt me.


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