And I don’t feel so good myself

Wednesday 7 December 2005

Tonight, walking home, down a dark street. An ambulance stopped by the kerb. The lone paramedic slowly pacing in front of the headlights, looking around bemusedly. Noticing a damp patch on the bitumen, he squats down, touches it, brings his fingers up to his nose and lips.
  1. And then what did he do????

  2. I dunno! I ran off in case he grabbed me and threw me into the back of his meatwagon, for want of a patient. I'm not risking life and limb just to generate blogging material to keep you lot entertained!

  3. ohhhhh, go on.

    Ben is London really like in The Adventures of Barry McKenzie?

  4. Yes. London is exactly like that. And about that anachronistic.