Hungerford Bridge and Golden Jubilee Bridges

And it was the power of God and of his word that broke through.

He wrote, I was on my way home from work and had to cross Hungerford bridge to the south of the Thames during the winter's night of wind and rain.

And in the loneliness of that walk, I cried to God to have mercy on me.

I stayed for a moment to look at the dark waters flowing under the bridge.

He could well imagine that if he had seen that party earlier in the evening, the sight would have evoked a sneer and just that twinge of self-pity against which he was trying hard to guard himself.

He turned back, lest in passing they recognize him, and went down Villiers Street, mounting the stairs to Hungerford Bridge.

It was not the twenty notes in his pocket, a compact, cozy little roll, that made his heart and his step lighter.

He had caught something of the girl's spirit, had been imbued with a little of her courage and sanity.

A postman wrapped at the door, and she waited a while until it was opened, as she guessed by Peter, and almost turned back just to say a word to him.

And if she overcame this deplorable weakness, it was not lightly done.

Leslie Mon, she said to herself, mounting the steps of Hungerford Bridge, do you know what you are doing? Shall I tell you in the vulgarest terms? You're chasing a married man.

Leslie, that isn't done, not in the best society.

I mean, how can you not? It still makes me warm inside.

I remember walking across Hungerford Bridge from Waterloo Station to Aldwych, the other side of town, of the river, sorry.

And I was looking at London like it was the first time I'd ever seen London.

And I was like, fuck yes.

[laughs] Final, you say.

Okay, so at this stage he'd really, if you forgive it, hit rock bottom, and he attempted to jump from the Hungerford Bridge over the Thames.

He was reportedly-

My favorite.