Warbie
Party Escort Bot
- Joined
- Sep 13, 2003
- Messages
- 10,615
- Reaction score
- 0
I was walking about Brighton at lunch time today, oblivous to the world and listening to my mp3 player real loud, and noticed that everyone in the near vicinity was standing still and seemed to be looking at me. I stopped, looked around, and to my right about 3 feet away on the same pavement I was walking on was a fat guy getting cpr. There was blood on the pavement all around his head and the chest compressions he was receiving looked so violent I expected to hear bones cracking. His body responded to each compression like it was a rubber suit filled with jelly and the blood looked like unconvincing film blood - strawberry coloured. His shirt was open and after each compression his belly rose about a foot higher than his chest and his feet jerked about. About 10-20 seconds later I realised I was standing on the same spot and just staring at this guy in morbid fascination and listening to The Cure.
So I walked a polite distance and joined the crowd and watched for a bit more as his feet wiggled around, hypnotised by his belly and trying to shake off this weird detached feeling. I found it odd that I hadn't mustered some kind of sympathetic connection with this bloke and watching for the sake of watching felt wrong, so I went into the shopping center and into HMV to check out Blu-rays (this was about 100m from the front of Churchill Square mall, for those who know Brighton. Just over the road as you go to the clock tower). Then I went into Game and had a chat with the guy who works there. 10 mins or so later I walked back out onto the street and he was still there receiving cpr. There were a few ambulances now and the same plain clothed guy - who must have been a passing doctor - was still frantically trying to keep this poor chap alive. There were people everywhere just watching. I sent a token 'good luck mate' via telepathy and went back to work.
So I walked a polite distance and joined the crowd and watched for a bit more as his feet wiggled around, hypnotised by his belly and trying to shake off this weird detached feeling. I found it odd that I hadn't mustered some kind of sympathetic connection with this bloke and watching for the sake of watching felt wrong, so I went into the shopping center and into HMV to check out Blu-rays (this was about 100m from the front of Churchill Square mall, for those who know Brighton. Just over the road as you go to the clock tower). Then I went into Game and had a chat with the guy who works there. 10 mins or so later I walked back out onto the street and he was still there receiving cpr. There were a few ambulances now and the same plain clothed guy - who must have been a passing doctor - was still frantically trying to keep this poor chap alive. There were people everywhere just watching. I sent a token 'good luck mate' via telepathy and went back to work.