I was standing at a street corner in the poshest of posh suburbs in Melbourne when a person staggered past me. Very odd for this area. I know enough to not get caught looking or noticing but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stagger badly and slowly crumple to the ground. Oh dear. I don't want to be involved.
He sort of looked like I looked once after leaving the Peel. I fell in the gutter and did not know which way was up to get up. Ahh youth, what fun it was.
He was talking to someone on the phone and he called to me, could I talk to them. He had rung 000 but he wasn't making much sense to them. I took over and after what seemed quite a long time, got the details through to them of his exact location. My location description was very accurate as I am used to giving such information, but it seemed very difficult for them. What part of 'on the northern pavement, 10 metres west of Glenferrie Road in Toorak Road, Toorak' was hard? The police will probably attend and want to ask you some questions, I was told by the Ambulance Service.
Not on your nelly thought I. Mate, I am just going across the road. I'll keep an eye on you from there. You'll be ok? Sure mate, thanks heaps for your help. He was then on the phone again to someone who he told he would meet at The Alfred.
Ambulance arrived, police arrived and I hid around the corner and withheld valuable information, such as 'I was standing there reading page eight of Tuesday's paper.......'