A cautionary tale of joy and happyness in Scumtown.

Its 3am on a quiet Xmas night shift

JoeBlow decides that his backpain of 3 years must be cured within the next 10 minutes or else

Ambo attends, and due to the fact that the ambo ain't carrying that magic pill to fix his back he tells the crew to go away ( ok it wasn't 'go away' but saying f*ck off on a blog is probably considered rude) & kicks the ambo (remember this is the bloke with a bad back)

So he calls back

999: As we won't be re-attending without the police how bout we organise a Doctor to call you & possibly visit you, it would be more appropriate as you've had this pain for 1095 days (anyone who knows the out of hours Dr's service will know the chances of a visit are slim but . . . )

JB: Ok, but he better call soon

30secs later

JB: He hasn't called back

Multiple calls back from Mr Blow approx every 5 mins to tell us he hasn't called yet

I won't even go into the unconcious female that suddenly appeared 5 doors down from him, so he says (he claimed he was in her house, but Caller ID confirmed he was calling from his own !!) or the fact that he invited us down to fight with him

JB: You know i've got a gun here, don't ya

999:Okay, think the next visitors ya gonna see are a couple of fellas carrying HK MP5's

JB: Why ??????

999:Err cos you said you've got a gun

Cue one night in the cells.

I'm sure theres a morale here, but the only one i can think of is 'stop being a cock'