Christmassy Blood Story
Christmas Eve in my hometown of Lincoln.

On the snow-covered Steep Hill that leads down into the High Street.

A young man has fallen and smashed his face and skull open. Blood runs through the snow like a frozen river of claret.

Concerned friends surround this young man as the distant sound of an ambulance reverberates through the cold night air.

"You lucky bastard," says one of them, "think of the nurses."

I procede to drink heavily with friends and pretend I am back in London.
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Steep Hill
Always wanted to go sledding down it. Something tells me that it would be worth booking an ambulance in advance.
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