There have always been a few favoured places to top yourself in London, including from the centre of London Bridge into the treacherous Thames waters and the bridge over Archway into, erm, traffic, but lately a new spot is bringing high-fliers down to earth.
Number 1, Poultry is one of the oldest London buildings to have remained in continuous use. There’s a wooden drain beneath it built in 47 A.D. which places at the building site at the birth of Londinium itself. Now there’s a fairly horrible bit of eighties shonk on the site with sort of inverse flying buttresses holding up a pretty lawn upon which city bankers sit drinking champagne. But with five suicides under its belt I’m wondering if the pricey and really not very nice Coq D’Argent restaurant will rename its sky garden ‘The Negative Equity Drop-Off Spot’ or ‘Les Jardins De Doom’.
If suicides are in a disturbed state of mind, it must be hard maintaining an attitude of normality as you pass through the various bouncers and reception desk dragons with thoughts of a death plunge on your mind. I suggest potential suicides check out the menu; with Royal Belgian Caviar whacking in at £120 a pop perhaps they’ll ask themselves what the hell they were thinking of coming here and return to safe ground.