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A Suicide Spot for Bankers

Another banker plummeted 80ft to her death from an exclusive open air restaurant on the roof of an office building in London last night. According to the Daily Mail, the smartly dressed woman fell eight storeys from the top of Sir Terence Conran's restaurant Coq D’Argent, landing in front of hundreds of commuters outside Bank station. One Eyewitness said, "I saw a handbag and a glass of wine that had obviously been the woman’s. From listening to what people were telling the police it sounded like she had been quite self-collected, just taken a sip of wine, and then stepped over the edge". This is the third suicide from what has been dubbed a "suicide sport for bankers". In May 2007, City employee 33 year old Richard Ford died after he plunged from the terrace and landed on a bus. In July 2009, 24 year old stockbroker Anjool Malde leaped to his death from the venue holding a glass of champagne after being suspended from his job at Deutsche Bank.

The woman fell from the top of Sir Terence Conran's Coq d'Argent restaurant, after reportedly taking a sip of wine
Aerial view of the roof gardens of Sir Terence Conran's Coq d'Argent restaurant
The peaceful and green surroundings stand in stark contrast to the three tragedies that have occurred. One of the newspapers calmly reported, "the restaurant is now open again for business following the incident".  Life goes, each one to his own is the way of the world. Notice how they call it - "the incident". Just another statistic. Her problems were sadly her own. These conclusions of course should not surprise us. These are mere logical deductions of  evolutionary naturalism and the Darwinian economic world view that dominates mainstream thinking, especially those who work in the City. But of course the truth that refuse to be suppressed no matter how hard we try is that these tragedies deep down make us sick about the world. The events remind us that something is not right about world we live in. There's something wrong when a young man whose barely lived up to 25 years old decides he has lived long enough to end it. He has had enough of this world. There's something when a woman, smartly dressed, decides that she is no longer worth living and frank believes this world is not her home. The deaths point out that existence on earth is not as it should. Our reactions point to the same reality. We are all saddened by these things because they speak to our very nature as moral creatures who recognise that this environment is not the environment we were created to inhabit. We are longing for a City whose builder and maker is God himself.

Coq d'Argent
Update (11/10/2012)

Another sad tragedy has struck the City's suicide spot :
A man has plummeted 80ft to his death from the City tower that houses London's exclusive Coq d'Argent restaurant. Horrifed eye-witnesses called police after the man - who was pronounced dead at the scene - was seen falling from a walkway on the same level as Sir Terence Conran's restaurant inside No.1 Poultry in the City at 12.41pm today....It is thought man, who was said to be wearing a suit, took a lift to the restaurant and then walked along a walkway over the atrium. Eyewitness Rita Olsen, a Danish tourist who has only been in England for two days on a holiday, said: 'Someone screamed and I couldn't see what was happening, but thought that maybe there had been a car crash or something but when all the police showed up I realised someone had died. 'I left soon after because there was too much business, but I heard someone say that a man had fallen from the building. 'It is really sad and I'm still in shock. I was horrified when I found out what had happened. 'I have only been in England for two days and this happens. I feel sorry for whoever he has left behind,' she added.
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