I went up to London today to watch Hammersmith Bridge get renamed as a tribute to my nephew Sam Alexander who was killed in Afghanistan in May. I was half expecting to be coerced into jumping off as he used to do for fun in his teens. I even had a spare pair of clothes and towel just in case. Fortunately, it was low tide as last time he jumped off he was arrested for attempted suicide. Fortunately, his sister managed to explain to the Police that he was actually sane. The Bridge renaming was a really nice gesture by his London mates and certainly a whole lot less emotional than the ceremony at Wootton Bassett and his funeral in Plymouth.