I DON’T think for one minute that the people who tombstone read these letters, but if they do, here is a warning.

In the late 1940s, my aunt, who was 20 at the time, had too much to drink in the Northumberland Arms in St George’s Road, and with her friends decided to go skinny dipping off the Banjo Groyne. She dived in the water, hit her head, broke her neck and damaged her spine, and spent her short life in a wheelchair

A wasted life for five minutes of fun. It only takes a second to injure yourself.

Because it was a long time ago, treatment was not so good as it now, but it makes no difference what year it is, there is no need for foolhardiness.

Harry Atkins

Hornby Road

Brighton