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.
Zo, 8 December 2005:
And then what did he do????
Ben.H, 9 December 2005:
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!
lucy tartan, 10 December 2005:
ohhhhh, go on.
Ben is London really like in The Adventures of Barry McKenzie?
Ben.H, 10 December 2005:
Yes. London is exactly like that. And about that anachronistic.