I was walking beside the Clyde yesterdaywhen I spotted a pair of legs sticking out of the undergrowth beside the path, still wrapped around a bike. The guy had cycled off the path, splatted face-first into the weeds, and stayed there. I approached with caution, wondering who you're meant to call if you find a dead body.
'HEY MISTER! ARE YOU OK?' I yelled, from just outside punching distance. He woke up. He was just very, very drunk.
('HEY MISTER! ARE YOU OK?' I yelled, from just outside punching distance. He woke up. He was just very, very drunk.
Crystal Magnet Like a diamond geezer, but better,
Tue 31 Aug 2010, 10:57,
archived)