The final part of his note:
My name is Wilkes McDermid. To the surprise of many of you, I am exactly 37 years, 6 months and 25 days old at the time of publishing this entry on 05-Jan-2013… and this will be my last blog update.
I have decided to end my life. To all of you who have asked “When are you coming back from Cape Town”, the answer is never. I came to one of the most beautiful cities in the world to die. I had no intention of coming back to the UK.
This was supposed to happen on the 26th Dec, however the strong South Easterly Winds known locally as the “Cape Doctor”, heavy tourist demand for the cable car at Table Mountain, plus the foggy weather conditions of “The Table Cloth” all conspired against me for nearly 10 days.
The reasons for my decision are well known to some of you. I have found that in the dating/relationship game the key criteria are generally “height” ,”race” and “wealth/power”. Specially, above 5ft10, Caucasian/Black or with wealth/power able to compensate for a lack of the other two criteria.
Ladies, before you criticise me, think about your own situation. How many of you have husbands/boyfriends who fit the 5ft10+ Caucasian/Black criteria? Before you say “That’s just me”, think about your friends and who they are dating. Some of you will find one exception and are now saying that I’m wrong. That exception is one… out of how many?
>Finally, it is amazing to me that the people who are most adamant that I am wrong typically tend to be the ones who fit these rules perfectly.
I always remember someone who was fairly angry at my 5ft10 tall, Caucasian/Black and wealth findings. Interestingly, she was dating a 6ft tall Caucasian South African. When I pointed this out her response was…
“Well, he may be 6ft tall and white but that’s the best I’ve ever had… But I did date a short poor black bouncer once, he had nothing going for him”
I asked why… her response was
“I was desperate… and didn’t want to be alone”
You may think of this as a suicide, but for me it is ‘euthanasia’. The etymology, origin of the word, is ‘merciful killing’. I can either continue to live a life of suffering and listening to those around my lie, (intentionally or unintentionally)… or to be merciful and end the suffering. For me logical choice is obvious.
To the ladies out there, I want to be clear, I am not angry at you. You are just doing what you are genetically programmed to do. (If you don’t believe me do your own research, there are many papers out there which agree with my findings). However, what I am angry about is the continual stream of people who are trying to lie to me. That is unacceptable.
I don’t want anyone to be sad for me. Knowing when you are going to die allows you to plan; it allows a freedom which many people never have.
Think about this, how many people work day after day striving for a retirement which never comes, cut short by a heart attack or a road accident?
I have spent the last 10 months of my life visiting to the best venues, trying the best food, drinking the best ****tails and enjoying London to the full. Think of this as my retirement.
To all the bartenders out there, keep on making those awesome ****tails, London is truly one of the best drinks hubs of the world. It’s been fantastic to be in the centre of it all.
To all the restaurateurs and street-food vendors I have met, I salute you. It takes a lot of courage, determination and commitment to open your own business. It has been an honour to have met you all.
Many thanks to all for making the last 10 months of my life more bearable. Thank you all and I wish you all the best.
Peace and love to you all.