It is extraordinary bleak viewing. An ex soldier commits a mass killing in a fictional English town. I wouldn't have watched it until I read it had been shot in Faversham Kent. We lived in the aforesaid for one year to shorten our commute . I am sure Faversham is a lovely town for those happy in its warm communal embrace. We found the place awful and fearful . Our rented house was damp, the managing agents rude and petty. We were DFL ( down from London) and unwelcome. Watching the loner in Southcliffe slowly tip over the edge I recognised the mist, rain and despair. Sorry Faversham . I do not miss you but I will watch your fearful streets on TV.
Fear is alien to the young . In South Africa I visited Table Mountain overlooking Cape Town.At the top I watched kids standing near the edge of the abyss . The photo is a trick of the eye - the edge is not as close as it seems. But there was no fear. And they didn't blink when the abyss stared back.
Bravo young man. Bravo. And never visit Faversham.
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