Idiots in A&E
A couple of years ago, around Christmas time, I was given an all mighty pasting whilst kicking some large fellows out of my pub.

Police arrive, ambulance is prompt, and off I go to the A&E department on the last Friday before Christmas. The hospital is chock full of drunks bleeding from all manner of injuries.

Now, like true Brits, most of us patients sit there, umm, patiently. But a handful are loud, obnoxious drunks, ranting vile racist dribble at the nurses for not getting them a doctor imidiately. One such fellow appears to have nothing more than a small cut on his finger, but his missus has, it transpires, made him come into hospital as it might get infected.

After one particulalry foul rant that wouldn't be out of place at Nick Griffin's dinner table, he told the nurse to fuck off and turned on his heel to storm out. Promptly hammering his head against the cowl of the telephone on the wall, this caused him to stumble uncertainly before losing his balance and colapsing onto a table nearby. The table top, held onto it's legs by a strip of yellow and black tape proceded to flip viciously, striking the obnoxious arse firmly on the head.

I don't know what was funnier, the sight of this prize strap on coming a cropper, or the department full of sick and poorly people sniggering and giggling, wincing in pain due to their own injuries.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Mon 21 Dec 2009, 10:06, Reply)