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ruck at the probation hostel. They sent a dog unit, it was fun and the dog seemed to be having a great time.
Called the lad who suffered the brunt of it an ambulance just because I was the first person who thought to do so. Fire engines were already on the way.
Also notable as being the day I asked the stupid question I have ever asked another person: "Are you ok?" to a guy with no eyebrows, singed hair, a visibly red face and hands and a labcoat that was black around the edges and permanently reshaped from the force of the blast.
it quite difficult to emote without eyebrows
Explosions in labs sound just as wonderful as Dr Honeydew and Beaker portrayed them.
But it was pretty scary. The entire building shook. The nearest fire exit to me went past the wall of the lab the explosion was in and it was uncomfortably hot near the shared wall. The floor to ceiling glass panels on the lab were hanging off. It shattered all the glassware in the lab *next door*.
The guys were alright in the end though, but I think one needed a skin graft to his hand to sort out the second degree burns.
(not trying to lay down a guilt trip or nowt, just fleshing out the tale)
Someone had phoned in a bomb threat to where I worked at the time.
my boyfriend at the time passed out and seemed to be having a seizure. rang for an ambulance but then he came round while i was on the phone and seemed OK so we got a taxi to A&E instead.
Great bunch o' lads kicking the shite out of each other down Victoria Street in Sheffield as we were moving into our new flat.
a bin on fire
got off at my station and went out and though to report it. they asked whether it was an emergency and i said no.
so they said ring your local police station. So i just left a comment on the crimestoppers website and left it. Fucker got away with it
if you want to date it
Was driving up the A9 and had just gone up the Drumochter Pass. About four cars in front one of those big covered pick-up things hit the kerb and flipped. The first I saw of it was when it was mid-air. I slammed the brakes and was out and running with the phone dialling 999 before I realised what was happening. Some guys in front were already pulling bairns out the wreck by the time I got through.
Oh, I asked for Ambulance and Police.
Fence on fire.
because the brother of the guy who lives on the top floor of our building was trying to throw jump out of the window and had smashed the window pane. I didn't know what was going on, but it sounded like they were knocking fuck out of each other. The guy upstairs thanked me the day after, saying his little bro was crazy.
I've rang 999 a ridiculous amount of times.
I must have done it at least 20 times in my life and I'm absolutely not a drama queen.
I've even learned to use proper police terms when making the call. I thought I was a right old Reg Hollis when I said - I'm ringing to report an assault in progress outside the Hilton Hotel.
Then the fella said - Which Hilton sir? and took the wind out of my sails a bit. I didn't know there was more than one Hilton in Liverpool.
I rang the police another time because a guy was driving a convertible with a Doberman in the back that kept trying to jump out when he slowed down. He was trying to hold him in with his spare hand. - I'm ringing to report a Doberman in a convertible..."
Also, when my mate's boyfriend crashed his car into another car while pulling off my mum's drive, but he smashed his face open and the guy in the car broke his leg so I did the right thing there.
Once when an old man in the pub had a heart attack.
Once when I was driving up the M6 and there was a crash. The guy that caused it pulled into the hard shoulder, then sped off when everyone else had stopped.
Ironically, a burglar ran right past me the other day with a hammer and I didn't report it because I was worried that I was becoming a bit of a snitch. I only knew he was a burglar because the police came round the next day to ask if I'd seen a guy with a hammer.
An awful lot of accidents seem to happen in your vicinity. I don't want to be unknowingly walking past you only for a piano to fall on my head or something.
28 years and counting
Street fight on Holloway Road.
and around this time every year there are actually a reasonable number of parents ringing up asking for a policeman to come round cos their children are aggressively demanding their Xmas presents early.
I think some days he does the normal police number too so they might just be ringing that BUT STILL
I mean howay