this post has some swearing, spelling and grammar mistakes.. if the first one bothers you then please don’t read this post, if the latter two bother youcorn  then please don’t read this blog..

To celebrate the end of BarCampLeeds08 and the start of our week in wales, Heather and I decided to have Sunday lunch at Weatherspoons, a usual haunt of ours… launch went fine and we decided to have a walk to the bus stop further away since it was a nice night (and lets face it… I could do with the exercise)..

At the McDonalds in the St. Johns Center a group of people with suitcases and a confused look on there face asked for directions to the travel lodge on Vicar Street in town, wasn’t too sure where it was and didn’t want to give them the wrong directions and leave them stranded (and we wern’t really in a rush) so I said I’d walk down with them, if I was right and I knew where it was that would be fine, if I was wrong I’d see if I could get a map on my phone or something…. luckily I found the place before Google Maps was involved..

So Heather and myself end up at the Corn Exchange bus stop.. we are chatting about next weeks plans and what we want to do and suddenly …CRACK.. I turn around and see a bloke on the floor… two guys run straight towards him and try and get him up, I was hesitant because 1) I didn’t see it 2) I was always told that if something like that happens you leave them on the ground and ring an ambulance..

The two blokes who are lifting him up are struggling and I rush over to give them a hand.. as soon as I start to lift, one of the blokes rushes off.. about this time I notice his head is bleeding and quite badly, I prop him up with one hand and start dialing 999 with the other..

Whilst I’m on the phone to the ambulance service and trying to get the address of the Corn Exchange (much harder than you think when your hands are full), he comes to life and wants to know “what the fucks going on”.. I explain that he’s hurt his head and I’m on the phone to the ambulance..

At this point he looks at me and states “No, You hit me you little prick”, he then takes a couple of steps towards me, another bloke who was nearby grabbed him and tried to calm him down (I’m still on the phone to the ambulance at this point).

The 163 arrives which appears to be his bus, he walks off and gets on the bus, I explain to the telephone operator that he has walked off and I’m sorry for the inconvenience..

The bus driver see’s the blood on his hand and head and refuses to let him on, after arguing for about a minute the bus driver turns the bus off and calls the depot…. after a 5 minute phone call, he calls the police.

After about 5 minutes the Police arrive, the bloke starts walking off but they catch up with him and ask him whats going on “That prick pushed me” (I’m sure you can imagine he means me at this moment).  They sit him down and talk to him while two other officers come and chat to me, I explain I was at the other side of the bus shelter when the incident happened and came over to help.. The policewoman took my details in a very stern manner, it was at this point that my mind clicked “This is getting serious”.

After taking my address, birthdate, telephone number, name and other details, I went through what happened again, she then questioned the Bus driver and asked Heather some questions..

At this point another bus arrived and the other couple who witnessed it were getting on (including the one who stepped in when he got aggressive) I got really worried at this point as the people who could agree with my side of the events were leaving the scene, I asked the woman if she could hurry and get there details..

She managed to get them off the bus and get the details and story…. it matched with mine (they’d had a few so I was on edge). She then walks to the group of Police that have arrived with the other bloke and another comes up, asks me a few questions, walks back.

At this point I’ve missed 4 buses and I think they are getting the point that the bloke is pissed out of his tree and has fell, so I ask if I can leave, another 5 minute talk with the group before “its ok you can go for now, we have your details.”

I won’t say that incident hasn’t shaken me a little, I am reminded about an incident several months ago when I was talking to a friend on the path about 3 meters from a nightclub entrance and a Bouncer told us to move, I disagreed and he pushed me out into the middle of the road, this was infront of several police officers who I asked “are you going to do anything” they just told me to forget it and walk away..

I would never leave someone if they needed help and I thought I could, but I think I will hesitate before getting involved and thats not a good feeling..

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