Alcoholics Grave
Just thought of another one, this may fall under the 'eccentricity' tag.
I went to college in South Shields, doing 4yrs of a cadetship for the Merchant Navy.
Near to the local takeaway ('Rads', although he may have got the third letter wrong!) was a small elevated public garden, with a few park benches. One night on the way to the takeaway, with a few mates, we came across an old guy lying in the garden. This was a cold winters night, and obviously something wasn't quite right, so we went to the old guys assistance. He was soaking wet (in hindsight, this was probably piss), cold, and we could not bring him round. This was when we noticed the empty bottles of cheap sherry and strong lager.
We called the emergency services for an ambulance, unknowing that a cop car would also turn up. I still can't believe what the cops done, they kicked this guy up the arse, really roughly man-handled him, throwing him to the ground and picking him back up. They finally told him if he didn't move away from the spot ,he'd be arrested. We were told to go on our way.
Recounting this story to the college security guards, we were told that this happens all the time. The old boy alcoholics would get their giro and blow the lot on brain melting brews, and retreat to this small garden where they would ease themselves into sweet oblivion. It was not uncommon for some of these old boys to pass into the next life on one of these cold nights.
As I said at the beginning, a tale of eccentricity. But also a tale of villainy, possibly evilness, considering the actions of the cops. Bastards!!
(cargoeng, Sat 29 Sep 2012, 22:06, Reply)