I am very wary of London Black Cab drivers.
When I first moved to London for this job I remember a London black cabbie trying to run me over whilst on my bicycle. My bike was destroyed and I was left in the middle of the road bruised and bewildered whilst he drove off at speed. He got 6 points and a hefty fine for that little stunt.
I’m also amazed at how lots of them still try to “surf the blue wave” of our blue light call . . . ie speed up in front of our run to gain as much distance as they can – and then have the audacity to wave us on, like they’re doing us a favour. Cheeky sods.
So, on the whole, I’m not overly fond on black cabbies that much. But . . . Continue reading
“”No one holds your hand tighter than someone trying to hold onto their life”
I seem to recall these being the cheesy words of wisdom used somewhere in a trailer/advert for the overtly hysterical, typically gun-ho yet rather unsuccessful USA tv drama series “Trauma“.
What a croc-o’-shite! As I sat there having my hand slowly crushed into diamond proportions by the superhuman strength of the patient laid beside me, I couldn’t help but think these words being further from the truth. Continue reading
What is going on with this country!?
I’ve written about attacks on ambulance staff before- namely the night when I was gobbed in the face by a complete twat and then later attacked by a drunken man.
But it seems that attacks are on the increase. Within the space of less than two months there has been a student paramedic assaulted with a baseball bat and then a technician attacked and knocked unconscious by a drunken man. And these are just the ones making the news!
The other morning I passed yet another cyclist treating their life with careless disposition. He must of been about 18 and was riding no handed – ie, one hand tucked deep into the pocket of his tight Shoreditch Trendie jeans whilst the other held an iPhone close to his belly. On his head were thick ear muff head phones plugged into the phone and as he peddled along the ridiculously busy road in central London he merely had his head down and concentrated on writing a text.
The crowning glory of this fool was when he rode straight through a red light and across a junction – forcing cars to screech to a halt before being given the chance of annihilating him on the spot. And how did the young idiot react to this? With his headphones on and head down, he didn’t even bloody notice! Just carried on his merry way . . . the daft twat! Continue reading
I was on my way heading out West with a shell of a car to swap for a complete one. That meant it had nothing on it for a medical emergency – other than my paramedic bag. Technically this means I’m “off the road” due to not having the correct resources to deal with medical emergency.
However, being the geek that I am, I have a modified medical bag that allows me to effectively carry everything that would be in the O2 bag (including the oxygen) as well as my paramedic stuff. Heavy yes, but once on your back it’s fine . . . it’s just I need a fork lift bloody truck getting it there! So, I had a full bag, with O2, plus tech drugs and paramedic drugs. In an empty car.
So then, I did something stupid . . . Continue reading
I had the pleasure of bumping into Brian Kellett (aka Tom Reynolds) the other week on a job way out east. Continue reading