Lucky!
That's quite scary mrgibbles. Lucky it was Wimbledon and not, say, Brixton.
Reminds me of a story. I once worked night shift in a petrol station. You get some right nutters, druggies, shoplifters etc. but you did get a bit used to it. Fairly early one evening a wide-eyed, shaking wreck came through the doors. He was relatively young and well presented, but obviously wasn't in a good way. He stood there in front of the chocolate bars swaying and muttering to himself. Then he proceded to pile into the chocolate, feverishly unwrapping bars and shoving them into his face and just smearing chocolate everywhere.
"Um, are you going to pay for those?" I asked, not quite sure what to do.
He growled at me.
Right, better call the cops then, I thought.
He continued his rampage through the sweeties, oblivious as I spoke to the rozzers. Then I caught the words "blood sugar" in among his muttering, and thought "OK, better call an ambulance then too", the penny dropping as he collapsed on the floor.
Poor chap. Turns out the ambulance crew knew him from previous encounters and got him sorted. He came back the next day to say thanks and pay for the food but I wouldn't take his money. I was quite happy for BP to wear the cost of a few chocolate bars.
(cheez is feeling ergophobic, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:07, 1 reply)

bloody hell
I can emphasize with him. I've had more bangs to the head than is healthy from this.

I now carry an emergency chocolate bar and a can of coke on me at all times - sorts me out.

edit: weirdly, I've been poked, proded, and had my brain scanned numerous times. There is, apparently, nothing wrong with me that they can diagnose. My blood sugar is always normal by the time I get to a hospital.
( rofl harris, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:15, closed)