Month: November 2014

♫ How do you Solve a Problem like Marissa! ♫

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MarissaWell, yer see I met this gal called Marissa at the local Locarno Dance hall like.

I can tell yer, me heart went thumpety thump soon as saw her like.

1954 it wer, March I think.

Well, me being an imitation Teddy-Boy, I thought she’s not going to be able to resist me yer see.

So I approached her, asked for her name and asked her if she wanted to dance innit.

Bit of a jive like.

I thought she liked me because she kept laughing at me.

I did alright fer about two minutes when me wig started to slip – Tsk!

She walked off in a huff saying something but I didn’t catch what she said because I’d took me hearing-aids out first like.

Marissa2So I followed her to her table where she was drinking Root Beer and Guinness with her mate Shirley.

I asked her if everything was alright like, she replied:

“Oh yes. I like it when a short-sighted midget comes up to me and his hair falls off his head as he passes wind has BO and can’t see without his glasses!”

“Is that all?” I said. I can get some new glue fer me toupee, take some medicine fer me wind have a bath and get contact lenses gal… problems solved midduck!”

I couldn’t understand why the expression of bewilderment came over her face as;

She stood up and belted me with very passable right hook, kicked me in the goolies, tutted and walked off?

Women eh?

Guarding the Queen Elizabeth Military Hospital Woolwich

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0505After the alleged IRA bomb attack at Woolwich Police station, I was sent to beef up the defences of the QE hospital. It was a part civilian part military hospital then.

On the frontage, was a large car park adjacent to the road, and an archway into the premises at the back from the road.

After the attack on the Police Station, this area was cleared and parking there banned.

The first night on duty, they had me cleaning the blood-wagons (Ambulances).

The second night, they posted me at the entrance arch (Unarmed of course), and they’d rigged up a temporary alarm bell on the wall, with the instruction that should I press the button without genuine cause (false alarm), I would prefer to be hung, drawn, and quartered as opposed to what he would do to me! (6’5″ Staff Sergeant speaking)

Yet again, as I walked out to do me guarding, the rain started to pour down, and did so all night. I was stood back under the protruding roof as much as I could to try and avoid the belting rain.

The night brought forth no incidents, and by 0640hrs I was thinking of my breakfast – when a black Wolseley car pulled up at the kerb beyond the abandoned empty car park.

It had three occupants, and they sat for a minute or two with nothing happening, smoking a cigarette.

Then two of them well over six-foot and with stern determined looks on their faces exited the vehicle, both wearing long raincoats, and brimmed hats, pulled down over their faces!

They walked toward me.

‘Phwerp’

I could see the exhaust fumes from the car, it was still running with the driver hunched over the wheel. A quick getaway situation or what, I thought?

As they got within a few feet of me, I wanted to press the alarm, but was just as scared of the Staff Sergeant as I was of the approaching two tall visitors!

(Always been a problem of mine that, being so scared of people and things I found it hard to decide which one to be more scared of!

As the taller of the two got to within 4 foot of me, his left hand delved under his coat on his right chest.

‘Bigger phwerp’

I leant toward the alarm button, finger ready…

He withdrew his hand holding a Metropolitan Police Warrant card!

That is only time I have ever sworn at a police officer, as I inquired into why he did not announce himself earlier. (Or something similar like!)

Inchcock Today: Thursday 6th Novembers 2014

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Thursday 6th Novembers 2014

I woke at 0110hrs but managed to get back to kip again!

0240hrs WC. Inchy bleeding a mite. Haemorrhoids no bleeding.

Managed to nod off again – amazing.

0420hrs Up and downstairs.

Started the laptop which went through a process of checking a drive for stability it said. Oh dear, it took ages.

While this was going on I took out some bags to the bin and found someone had been dumping their rubbish in me bin again! Tsk!

0402All the parked cars had a thick layer of frost over them. By gum it was cold.

Made a cuppa and took me medications.

The laptop loaded (Eventually) and Chrome was working.

0403I was working on the laptop with a thick jumper, wooly-hat and dressing gown on! Brrr! -1ºC = 30.20ºF I think?

I could hear the sounds of emergency vehicle sirens in the locality come through clearly.

There I was with Danny Soz on facebook putting the world to rights, and the warm wet 0404sensation returned to me lower regions.

Went up and cleaned the little ‘Inch’ and decided as to took a while to stop it again, to go to the clinic and asked for some more Betamethasone corticosteroid cream and check if I can use it twice a day instead of once a day in future.

0405I remembered that I had to do me pots of medications (colour coded yer know… I not daft… well…) I made em up, only making one mistake, I put me evening Simvastins in the midday pots so had to take em out and replace em in the right pots. Tsk!

Made sure I’d got some bandages just in case little ‘Inch’ kicked off again and 0406kitchen towels handy like.

Got missen ready and caught bus to City hospital clinic – too cold fer long walks today.

After getting there I was seen in about 15 minutes so no complaints there. They gave me some more cream but saud to only use it once a day. Of 0407course the little ‘Inch’ decided to stop bleeding when they examined him. Tsk!

I went and caught a bus into town, and took some photographs I thought might be of interest.

Not so cold now, so I decided to take a walk down the canal and take some 0408photo’s, then I changed me mind.

Poddled to Broad Marsh Shopping Centre and the 99p shop.

Got some bits then to the pound shop and got some microwavable sausage cobs for tonight and some bird seed (For the birds like, not me).

0409Ambled into the City Centre taking some more piccies on the way.

Called in a public convenience (20p entrance fee) and checked on the little ‘Inch’; no more blood.

I sneaked some bird seed to the pigeons, hope I wasn’t caught on camera?

Caught the bus back into Sherwood and dropped off the bits for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.

Then called in the Computer shop to see how he was going in preparing the laptop for me and the man said call back Monday – I told him Monday was me hospital day and asked if he would be open Tuesday, he said yes, so I’ll call in Tuesday then.

0409aWalked back to Carrington, and noticed the old chap outside of his backstreet garage and saw the 1947 Hillman Snipe 18hp and asked him if I could take a photo of it for my cyber friends and he agreed.

Got back to the flea-pit.

WC.

Laptop started.

Made a cuppa and put me things away (well I say put them away…) then to the WC.

Updated this tosh and went on Facebook and blog reading for a bit.

I can’t get rid of this thought that I’ve forgotten something – really annoying that is… erm… perhaps I’ve… no… erm…

Ah well.

The Pontifical Council benefits desk chappy – in Rhyme (Of sorts)

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The Pontifical Council benefits desk chappie

I said to the Pontifical Council benefits desk chappy,

Can I get any extra , cause me clothes are getting scrappy,

He said quick like and snappy,

Piss-off you make me unhappy!

 

But I persisted I told him me name and abode,

Asked him if he could lighten my load,

He said that isn’t no use without yer postcode,

I thought he was going to explode!

 

I told him about me new ticker and Arthritis,

He said ‘I don’t need to know this,

I told him of me cancer and reflux valve too.

He tutted and out of the door I got threw!

But I returned and again joined the queue.

Do I get any extra for me practising biodegradability?

No he said, nor for your rampant imbecility,

Or for your sexual problems and inability,

Nor for your hearings aids and poor audibility.

 

I’m getting on yer know I said, and I get dizzy spells,

Aye he says, and yer short of brain-cells!

I begged him to put me up in lodgings or a hotel,

He said; Why not join up in the military,

They want gun fodder aplenty?

I pointed out I was now 69 and in 1970 got thrown out,

Not surprised he said, you’re nothing but an uncouth lout!

He went red in the face and started to shout,

With that he had security throw me out!

I didn’t complain he was doing his job,

Although he was a nasty cruel yob,

I forgot about it I could do no other,

He was after all my younger brother!

Inchcock Today: Wed 5th November 2014

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Wednesday 5th November

03W01

Sprang awake around 0200hrs, down and on the laptop with a  cuppa at 0245hrs.

Did some graphics but had to give up after a while Coreldraw9 playing up again.

Worked on some posts for Inchcock blog.

Thought about going to meet sister Jane on Thursday to go to the hospital with her and got some things ready to take.

Got an email from her later, it’s not this Thursday but next. Off course I knew that… I’d just forgot.

Got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop in Sherwood, did me ablutions and set off on me walk there.

03W02The sky looked beautiful, but by gum it were bloomin’ cold!

Dropped the stuff off at the shop and caught a bus into the city centre. Where I hobbled into Tesco and got some bread for the ducks and myself. (The ducks got it all – Tsk!)

Caught a bus out to Derby where I can 03W03afeed the ducks without being arrested.

03W03bI went in the Spar shop at the bus-station 03W03cand got some more bread and as I did I 03W03dcould smell some hot cobs for sale. I got missen a bacon one – it wus ‘orrible!

Dried and tasteless.

Still, the ducks and pigeons liked it.

The birds there on the river Derwent behind the bus station were in great abundance. There was lot of them as well. Mallards, Canada geese, swans, pigeons and thousands of nasty greedy bullying sea gulls.

Took a lot of photographs of them.

Then I caught the bus to Mansfield (Gawd bless the pensioner’s free bus-pass!).

I managed to get a good read of PC David Rathbones book on me journeys today because I left me Blood Red Snow book in the bathroom at home.

Had a poddle round for a bit.

I tried to take a photo of a mobility scooter that looked like a three-wheeled Harley-Davidson but by the time I’d got me old camera out he was long gone. Still I found one on the web that looks very similar to the one I nearly photographed.

03W02aThen caught the bus back to Nottingham.

03W04Gawd he was in a rush, it felt like I was on a waltzer! I got off a bit battered and bruised.

Tried to take a photo through the bus window of the wonderful scenery – didn’t come out too well.

Hobbled back to the dump – no yobs in sight, good.

Bonfire night here yer know.  They’ll be out later with their fireworks and oh dear…

Don’t know if I should go up tonight or sit down here on guard!

Must remember not to use me Betamethasone ream tonight when i take me medications and wash the ‘Litttle Inch’.

Soddit, just had a dizzy spell; Tsk!

Oh… better take me medications then…

The Night Nurse Remedy – Part of the ‘Nottingham Lad’s True Tales of Woe’ series

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NN02flatI was living in a ground floor flat at the time on Bingham Road in Sherwood Nottingham.

When I got a bout of flu suddenly hit me.

I’d been out for a few pints at the local at lunchtime, but felt suddenly weary and tired, and after the one pint, I made my way back to the flat to get my head down.

I had heard of the new ‘Night Nurse Medicine’ and how good it was, so I ventured to the chemist bought some, and took a swig.

I remember lying on the settee, unable to get up again, and kept falling asleep, and waking, each time I woke I felt dizzy and noticed the light coming through the window from the street light outside was getting less as the night moved on.

I woke up in the bedroom, not knowing how I had got there, and still feeling bad. I eventually got myself up, and walked through to the kitchen at the back, and saw the back door open.

Nothing seemed out of order. As I walked into the garden, I heard the side gate open, and a policeman and woman approached me.

It seems the woman had complained about me singing as I was dancing and then rolling on the grass naked in the garden at 3 o’clock in the morning!

I could remember nothing of this, and tried to explain to them about the ‘Night nurse’ apparently affected me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

Later I tried to explain to the magistrates about the ‘Night nurse’ affecting me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

Later I tried to explain to my employers about the ‘Night nurse’ affecting me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

Later I tried to explain to my lady-friend Grizelda about the ‘Night nurse’ affecting me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

Later I tried to explain to my landlady about the ‘Night nurse’ affecting me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

So, I recommend that if you are taking Night Nurse Medications, do not drink alcohol!

Don’t do as I did – you read the label it warns you not to drink alcohol! (In fact I’d give the Night Nurse a miss altogether now I think about it again and stick with the alcohol I think… I wish I had)

NN03nurseSpecial warnings and precautions for use

Medical advice must be sought before taking this product in people with:

• Hepatic or renal impairment. Underlying liver disease increases the risk of paracetamol-related liver damage.

• Chronic or persistant cough, such as occurs with asthma and emphysema, or where cough is accompanied by excessive secretions.

• Narrow-angle glaucoma

• Cardiovascular problems

• Prostatic hypertrophy

• Urinary retention

• Epilepsy

Use with caution in the elderly, who are more likely to experience anticholinergic adverse effects including confusion and paradoxical excitation. Avoid use in elderly patients with confusion.

Children are more likely to experience paradoxical excitation with sedating antihistamine.

Medical advice should be sought if symptoms persist, or are accompanied by high fever, skin rash or persistent headache.

Patients with rare glucose-galactose malabsorption should not take this medicine.

The hazard of overdose is greater in those with non-cirrhotic alcoholic liver disease.

Do not exceed the stated dose.

Patients should be advised not to take other paracetamol-containing products or decongestant-containing medicines concurrently.

If symptoms persist consult your doctor.

Keep out of the reach and sight of children.

Avoid alcoholic drink. I missed this bit… Tsk!

Did Night Nurse make Red Arrows pilot die? RAF ace accidentally ejected himself on tarmac after taking flu medication

Daily Mail Wednesday, Nov 5th 2014

  • Flight Lieutenant Sean Cunningham, 35, died after accident in Hawk T1
  • Ejector seat parachute did not deploy at RAF Scampton in Lincolnshire
  • Test show Cunningham used Night Nurse the evening before incident
  • Medication ‘can cause some sedation and impair performance in pilots’

It has amazed me ever since the incident, why the youths of today buy expensive drugs, when all they need to do is to drink a pint of bitter and take just one gulp of Night Nurse?

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 4th October 2014

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 02Tu01

Tuesday 4th October 2014

0305hrs: Feeling so very cold when I came down this morning to get the cream from the fridge to treat ‘Little Inch’ – then I remembered as soon as I couldn’t find the Dakacort cream that I didn’t need the cream from the fridge to treat ‘Little Inch’. I had the new Betamethasone corticosteroid cream to treat ‘Little Inch’ I was supposed to be using now and that was back upstairs where I was nice and warm in the bathroom.

I had to nip back to use the WC which I did, while doing so I couldn’t remember if I’d left the tap on downstairs, so nipped back down and forgot all about treating ‘Little Inch’.

Laptop started, made a cuppa.

WC.

Did a bit of blogging etc

WC. Piles bleeding.

Stubbed me toe again – I must get some steel toe-capped slippers.

Washed the ‘Little Inch’ and just as I started to put the new cream on, out spurted the blood again. Took a while for it to stop. I’m getting fed-up wi this now, six blooming weeks and it ain’t any better yet. Globergerations!

When I did me teeth the gums bled a bit as well.

02Tu02

Bertha, my hearts desire at the launderette

Yet when I got me INR level test results back later in the day, it was the nearest to the targeted factor ever? (Puzzled that’s wot I am – still there were no arousals in me sleep so he wasn’t so tender this morning bless him)

Got meself ready and tottered off to the launderette with me bags of washing.

02Tu02a

Did my escaping wind cause this?

Bertha was working today… I don’t know if that is her name but it’s the one I’ve given her.

A Polish gal and just my cup of tea body wise – yet still no arousals from me lower regions?

When it came time to leave, the place was empty; mind you I did drop a few involuntary deadly silent ones while doing me washing earlier.

I poddled back to the flea-pit and got the things for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop and limped into Sherwood with em for them.

Then I caught a bus to town.

02Tu03

Atmospheric Milton Street – by Inchcock

Despite the occasion bright bursts of sunshine it’s blooming cold today, forecast 2o c tonight.

As I dropped off I thought how atmospheric the view down Milton Street looked and took a photo of it on the old camera (Having forgotten to take the newer one with me like), just hope it comes out nice.

02Tu04

These cost a tad too much for me!

I caught a bus out to Bulwell to see if anything worth investing in at the cheapo shop.

On the way the bus stopped at a bus-stop and waited, I noticed we were opposite the bungalows I went to look at last year. After talking to someone it transpired that if I moved into one, all-in it would cost me about £120 more a week than my income. So I didn’t move into one.

Nothing in the cheapo shop, many bare shelves.

I walked to the Fultons Food shop in the vain hope of getting some microwave sausages again. Huh!

Poddled through the market to the Heron Frozen Food shop and got some microwaveable potatoe-halves with cheese to try.

Hobbled (Knees and feet beginning to ache a bit now) to the bus stop to catch one back to Carrington.

02Tu05

Obstacle course on Hucknall Road

As I dropped off at the top of the hill to walk down to my street – it was like a slalom run with plastic fences all the way down on the pavements. I had a bit of bother manoeuvring through them without twisting me knees as the surface there is very uneven from previous repairs.

How anyone in a disabled scooter would manage… well they wouldn’t get through. The only way passed would be to go on the road.

When I got onto my street, there were a couple of dodgy looking characters walking up and down looking a doors and windows. I wanted to take a photo of them, but the hostile glare I got from them convinced me not to take any.

WC.

Bit more blood from the Inch. But the piles had stopped leaking. I mustn’t expect too much must I?

Coreldraw throwing up new problems.

Updated this then went on the web for a bit. 

WC.

Litttle ‘Inch’ bleeding just a tad.

Inchcock Today: Monday 3rd October 2014

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Monday 3rd October 2014

I was up at 0145hrs wide awake, mind you I did get me head down early.

Down to the fridge for the Inchy cream – now this morning it didn’t bleed much at all? But I’m still going to visit the G.U.M. clinic to see if I can or indeed need any more of the Daktacort cream, especially after it bled so much yesterday. (The ‘Inch’ not the cream like)

Got my LOMM posts all done, and was pleased with some of the graphics.

Did some Facebooking before getting ready for the long walk to the Clinic.

I set off and got as far as the end of the road and realised I’d not got me mobile phone with me, so returned and collected it… after a little search proved fruitful. Tsk!

Set off again on the trudge to the G.U.M. clinic.

Only had to wait about 20 minutes, and a young strapping lass came and called my name out. She took me into a little office and I explained everything to her about me bleeding tender little ‘Inch’.

We went into the examination room and she had a look with the magnifying tool and showed concern saying she would fetch a doctor to have a look at it. Despite all I’d explained to her about the bleeding, this surprised her.

A female doctor returned with her and had a good decker and grope at the ‘Inch’. Painfully at times.

She declared that she was going to consult with someone else and left, covering up the ‘Inch’ with a paper towel.

She returned and had  prod about again, the declared she was going to prescribe some cream with steroid in it. To be applied thinly once a day. I was to use it for 3 weeks then return for a check up. If things had not improved I’d be referred to a doctor for consideration for further investigation and even the snip.

01M02When they left the room this time as I waited for the Betamethasone corticosteroid cream to arrive – I definitely heard much laughter from the other side of the door! Never mind eh.

The cream arrived and I left and caught the free bus to the QMC for me INR level tests to be done. I got a bit of reading done en route. (Blood Red Snow).

When I arrived at the QMC I went up to floor D and the Anticoagulation therapy Department to explain why I wanted it doing today on the Doctors instructions. They said it would be alright, and sent me back down to the ground floor where I took a ticket and joined the queue.

Only two nurses on duty, but I managed to have a little natter with them.

Then caught the bus back to town and another out to Carrington, where I dropped off at Lidl to get some bread. I joined the queue at the till and waited as my beard grew and paid for the bread, again getting 4x1p pieces in the change.

As I walked home I thought I’d save all these 1p pieces and spend them at Lidl in one go, if they moan I’ll tell not to give em me in me change then!

Saw Big John going to the launderette instead of Tuesday. He said he’s got to go to a funeral tomorrow.

Got back to the dump, WC and laptop started passed wind and felt the blood from me piles running.

Went up and cleaned myself up – Gawd I’m getting through some clothes this last week. Bloodied underpants, pyjama bottoms, bedding etc.

Another traipse to the launderette tomorrow then.

Ah well!

Inchcock’s Diary: Sat/Sun 1/2 November 2014

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Saturday 1st November 2014

I slept for a longer period than I have for ages last night.

When I woke up at 0215hrs I was aware of flashing lights coming through the window and investigated – up the hill I could see many emergency vehicle lights flashing, at least six I estimated.

I tried to nod off again but gave up returning to my slumber at 0310hrs and the lights were still visible on the hill. I popped (limped) down and got the camera (and Daktacort cream) and tried to photo them (The emergency vehicles not the Dakacort cream like). But the window was too dirty, the incident too far away, the lights too small and those photo’s I took were like modern art – I could see nothing in them!

I checked out the ‘Inch’; only tiny specks of blood and the stinging seemed less this morning. But then again, I did not wake up with him in his usual excited state.

06St02

Brekkers for Inchcock this morning

I then remembered it was the first of the month, and was determined to change my luck by my first spoken words being Rabbit rabbit rabbit; unfortunately I stubbed me toe at that moment and my first spoken words were “Argh!!”

0340hrs: Down and laptop started, made a cup of best Yorkshire tea and Jersey full cream milk and took medications about 0410hrs. A little early but I thought best do it now so I don’t forget later.

Started this diary in an effort to get Britain’s youngsters to read it, and inform them of what can happen to one when they get older and decline slowly into oblivion. Good that, I might use it later on the web methinks. Hehe!

I felt more cold, tired and weak as the day went on.

Didn’t go anywhere at all, saw no one and only spent my time on the web or preparing posts.

Not a good day health-wise methinks.

Sunday 2nd November 2014

07Head

Bit of dizziness this morning, so I took it steady. Despite the sleep I’d had, I still felt a tad weak and tired.

I went down to get the cream from the fridge. The ‘Inch’ was throbbing again, sore tender and bleeding a bit. Applying the Daktacort cream was not a pleasant job this morning. (Ooh, ah, glurkumzap)

WC.

The Haemorrhoids were bleeding as well, quite a bit.

I was a mite concerned that today was not going to be a good one when the out of the blue depression came over me.

I hate feeling sorry for myself. There are so many others in much worse situations than I. I thought I’d wrap up well and try to get out later for a walk and get some camera use in, to try and shake missen up.

Core blimey, I’m sneezing away like a good un here now.

Made a cuppa with the Jersey full cream milk and took me morning medications.

It seems to be getting colder now… might have to think again about going out? Mmm.

07Su01Doing some prep work for me posts on Inchcock and LOMM and got the wet warm feeling in little Inchy. Went up with the last of the Dakacort cream to investigate.

Oh dear oh dear oh dear – blood in great proportions did flow,

Took me ages to stop it bleeding, got a mild panic you know.

I thought to the hospital perhaps I should go?

Being s Sunday, I thought instead no,

To the NHS drop in centre on me walk I’ll go.

So I got missen ready and poddled/walked into town.

07Su021315hrs: Got to the centre and explained me situation to the gal on reception, and she said take a seat it won’t be long before your seen.

1500hrs: Got called to see a nurse. Again explained everything and he said to go to the G.U.M. clinic in the morning to have it checked out again.

07Su031535hrs: Left the centre and had a walk through the city centre.

I noticed the Trinity Square multi-million pound food court was busy again?

And the new outdoor double row of very expensive restaurants was also doing a roaring trade.

07Su03aWell tired I made me way to the bus-stop – having another dizzy spell on the way.

I caught a bus back to the dump and just faded, did nothing but get summat to eat and me head down.

Not a good day.

Nottingham Pensioner Injured Christmas Shopping

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XS01A Nottingham Pensioner, Juan Inchcock (68) has been injured in the Victoria Shopping centre, whilst struggling to walk through (Though he had no money for any purchases so why he was there is a mystery) the shopping mall, amidst the packed early Christmas shopping crowds.

Not being so nimble on his feet, he was nervously limping his way through the milling crowd of mobile-phone, iPod using excited youngsters and women, Big Issue sellers, Hoodies, Skateboarders, Mobility scooters and a few hundred brawling, swearing, spitting threatening energetic kids, and some distracted, frustrated parents.

It seems he had earlier had his hat stolen from his head by youthful antisocial lads, then got knocked over by a Mobility Scooter.

At this point as he was trying to get his senses back just outside the Jessop’s store – a group of Albanian shoplifters being chased by CPOs ran out of the store knocking Juan down and over again just as he was getting up from the floor with the assistance of his walking stick.

03W03Shopping centre staff found Juan’s NHS Medical card and summoned medical assistance.

But none arrived.

As he lay there in the pooling blood one of his hearing aids fell out and as he gingerly stretched out to retrieve it his camera fell out of his pocket and it was nicked within seconds, and someone walking past rubbernecking stood on his walking stick breaking it in half and smashing his bottle of Ethyl alcohol.

He was particularly upset when the Big Issue seller stole his Age Concern carrier bag, because it had his Horlicks and midday medications in it.

In Mr Inchcock’s uneducated locally accrued words:

“It wur ‘ell for mi! Bloody Christmus, Bah Humbug to um all! I ‘ad tu fight through farsands on um, all spendin’ money un gerring fings for Christmus fer there families like.

At this point he scratched his back passage and commented “Bleedin’ piles are bleedin’ too” then continued;

“Wiv me Arfritis un dodgy ticka, I wus strugglin’ to get through um. Had two o’ me corns trod on, nearleh got knocked over twice, had me titfer nicked, got ran into by a mobility scoota, ‘ad one o’ mi Impetigo scabs knocked off… blood all over place, un NP04then just wen I fought I’d got frough t’ uffur end like, a shoplifter ran out o’ shop, chased by sum policemen, and they knocked me bag art o’ mi hand! Broke mi bloody heart it did, mi medicasiuns wer’ in there!”

Having lost the shoplifters the CPO’s returned to Juan: They summond assistance and arrested Mr Chambers for having open alcohol in a public place, and obstructing the police in the execution of their duty.