DEAD!
Hello Simon! Ha ha don't worry I am not planning to do a Heather Mills. Promise! HE HE. Oh well, if I insist on hanging out friends and family on this thing I guess I have to expect them to find their way here eventually...
Except for this guy I'm about to write this post... er... about. Because he's DEAD. Sister and I saw a DEAD man on the way to get a DVD out on Monday. It went like this:
Linda, barefoot: "walkie walkie with no shoes on, OUCH!"
Sister: "Watch out, there's blood here"
Linda: "No worries, the HIV virus dies when it hits air I've read somewhere I think and I'm not hurt anyway"
Walkie walkie
Sister: "An empty blood bag?"
Walkie walkie along a now 20m trail of blood
Sister: "Er, I think this is where it comes from."
At this point, we see this black guy lying on his back with a LOT of thick, red blood next to him, sort of dripped around his head like raspberry coulis, with bandaged eyes and a LOT of blood seeping through the bandages. The guy isn't moving. There is a policeman smoking a fag next to him, and somebody slowly bandaging his head. There is no ambulance, just some sort of small size van with signage that says 'fire services' and a police van.
He's lying just outside our local shopping centre, the main entrance. People are walking in and out.
There are no cordons, no hurry, no dignity, no NOTHING. Except for this policye guy who's on his mobile and laughing. LAUGHING. 10 minutes later we come out again, almost having to step over the dead guy's feet to get to our car, and there is no movement. And still no ambulance. I guess he went straight to the morgue without passing go. Wouldn't be surprised if the policeman nicked his trainers first, though.
Yesterday morning, the pavement had been washed clean.
Except for this guy I'm about to write this post... er... about. Because he's DEAD. Sister and I saw a DEAD man on the way to get a DVD out on Monday. It went like this:
Linda, barefoot: "walkie walkie with no shoes on, OUCH!"
Sister: "Watch out, there's blood here"
Linda: "No worries, the HIV virus dies when it hits air I've read somewhere I think and I'm not hurt anyway"
Walkie walkie
Sister: "An empty blood bag?"
Walkie walkie along a now 20m trail of blood
Sister: "Er, I think this is where it comes from."
At this point, we see this black guy lying on his back with a LOT of thick, red blood next to him, sort of dripped around his head like raspberry coulis, with bandaged eyes and a LOT of blood seeping through the bandages. The guy isn't moving. There is a policeman smoking a fag next to him, and somebody slowly bandaging his head. There is no ambulance, just some sort of small size van with signage that says 'fire services' and a police van.
He's lying just outside our local shopping centre, the main entrance. People are walking in and out.
There are no cordons, no hurry, no dignity, no NOTHING. Except for this policye guy who's on his mobile and laughing. LAUGHING. 10 minutes later we come out again, almost having to step over the dead guy's feet to get to our car, and there is no movement. And still no ambulance. I guess he went straight to the morgue without passing go. Wouldn't be surprised if the policeman nicked his trainers first, though.
Yesterday morning, the pavement had been washed clean.
posted by Linda at 15:14
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