No one likes a buzzkill, and who likes being a buzzkill, apart from a real buzzkill, but the way a certain story has been circulated in the past couple of days is well, without wishing to be that buzzkill, a bit off to my mind.
Anyone reading this probably already knows the tale of the man and woman hit by a train while having sex on train tracks near Ukraine’s city of Zaporozhye, on the morning of Saturday 28th September. She, 30s, died instantly, he, 41, lost both of his legs below the knee. Now, it’s the most natural thing in the modern world to come across a story and forward it on, via Twitter or Facebook, with your own amusing caption. This is what some Twitter users have had to say -
@AdamCarollaShow They died doing what they loved-sex on railroad tracks.
Ok, look, fair dues, it’s almost a punchline waiting to happen, a picture ripe with potential, waiting for the apposite caption. And they were drunk, stupid, etc. But did anyone before posting stop to think of the reality of that situation – can you imagine that scene, what it was really like, for those involved, for those who witnessed at, even after the event? For openers – Gruesome. Horrific. Mutilated body parts everywhere.
Twitter is one thing though, The Kyiv Post, which has been showing signs of real recovery since Brian Bonner took back over, jumped on the bandwagon deciding to lend some gravity to the levity. Daryna Shevchenko writes, in a Kyiv Post Lifestyle Blog -
The moral of the story seems obvious – don’t engage in unsafe sex, particularly sex on the railways. The woman is on the Kyiv Post’s “most awkward death” list.
Awkward. Really? I’d imagine actually unimaginable agony. But anyway, the post goes into the inevitable compendium of ‘hilarious’ deaths, starting with a Russian / Ukrainian theme, then throwing it out a bit. As has been pointed out to me, even by way of having a go, I’ve had a fair few laughs at Ukrainians, and their behaviour. Maybe this is no different, perhaps this really is hilarious and someone is being a right old po-face. Conceivably. And I’ll doubtless continue no doubt to enjoy a laff at Ukrainians, a people for the most part I’m actually pretty fond of. However, I like the objects of any such to be in one piece, rather than smashed into a bloodied pulp with butchered limbs splayed across train tracks.