was awoken last night by a horrific noise, I knew instantly what it was. Got up went to the window and saw three people running over towards a fella laid with his head in the gutter, not moving.
As the situation played out the folks gathered were straight on the phone to emergency services and there was an ambulance (paramedic) on scene within three minutes.
It turns out the unfortunate fella was leaning against a wall one minute when he suddenly collapsed hitting his head on the planet all by himself.
Drunk obviously, a second paramedic team arrived within five minutes and the ambulance after a further ten, off he was taken, hopefully he’s recovering. I would imagine its going to take some time though, the poor lad was in a very bad way, didn’t appear to move his legs at all.
Wearing a sanctimonious hypocritical hat I could bang on about the socially acceptable problem of excessive alcohol consumption but I really can’t be arsed. What it did make me do was think, just how bloody lucky I’ve been given the drinking I used to do, its awful to think that probably an hour earlier he was having a riot with his friends and now, well god knows, it was horrible.
The blood (and wadding) is still in the gutter, think I may go and pour a bottle of coke on it, not a pleasant reminder.