Ambulance posting last night. Thought for a moment Michelle ze half-german harridan would trap me, but thankfully I was detailed to the firepost where Azlinah mistressed the witching hours. But Imran was Michelle'd. Well one can't ask for Everything. Had exciting assault call where Indian worker was smashed on "backside" of head by a Thai "ali babba" for his handphone. Rather pitiful spectacle, really, the phone a cheap thing and the man so shabby he had no shoes on. Then summoned into the heart of sin where painted ladies lie, a criminal lawyer "stabbed" by his beng mahjong mate on the palm, a bloodless sliver, a lamely histrionic joke. Two other calls, which made the still hours sleepless and cold. Sordid lanes strangely alive as we glided softly through like a ghostly onion, their machinations hallowed by blinking neon. |