Foxtrot Oscar 1
Another fun filled night of meeting the lovely members of the public who unfortunately become our customers due to alcohol. Either directly or indirectly.
After picking up the Police Officer from the main station, we made our way into the centre of Big City. The streets were full of people making their way from pub to pub, having a good time laughing and joking. Everybody seemed to be in high spirits. (No pun intended)
Our first call of the shift was to a gentleman who had been hit over the head with a large heavy object by a gang of drunken youths. (Yoofs/scumbags/scudbuckets/vermin whatever you want to call them) He had also been robbed of his gold chain and a gold ring.
Sat in his kitchen, he had acculmulated a very large lake of blood at his feet from a scalp wound that seemed to be spurting.
I applied a pressure dressing and took him the few hundred yards to the A/E. (He lived just across the road from the main hospital). En-route to the hospital our client spyed one of his assailants sat at the side of the road. My crew-mate Police officer went over to have a word. Her two “friends” who were nearby legged it big style when we stopped.
After a few minutes I heard the girl shouting the odds at the Police Officer that she knew her rights and that she needed a female Police Officer to conduct a search and that she would make a formal complaint for harrassment etc. It seems that most 14 year old females know the law inside out, especially when they have a long criminal record such as this charming young “girl.”
The Police Officer knew that resources were stretched and was content to leave it till later as her address was on file and he knew where to find her. This was passed onto Police comms.
Our next call was to a gentleman intent on killing himself by lying down in the middle of the road. Luckily it was us that found him first. After some insistent persuasion he got up…and tried to jump in front of a bus!!! Again luckily he was that pissed he must have been seeing double and jumped in front of the wrong one! After the arrival of Police back up he was led away still spouting off through his alcohol fumed breath about how he did,nt like waiting so long to be served in the chip shop! (The reason in the first place for his suicidal efforts!)
The rest of the shift was a blurred recollection of assault/knife…assault/metal bar…assault/unconscious…assault/domestic…assault/assault…assault course…a salt and pepper…you get the picture. And every single job that we attended involved alcohol and in some cases a serious degree of viscious violence inflicted upon innocent people. Most involved a serious amount of kicking to the head whilst on the floor. A worrying trend is the amount of people having their heads stamped on!
“Last Orders at the Bar”
During our roving patrol of the Big City we saw a youth (in drink) running around waving his bit of paper (£80 fixed penalty ticket for some Public Order offence) like it was some sort of a prize. People are not fearing the consequences of their actions…and so it goes on and on…all over the country. People getting ratarsed and falling over, or causing trouble knowing that any penalty (if caught) is going to be pitiful.
I,m on nights again after today! Hurrah! Cant wait! Splendid! Marvellous!…….Bugger!!!