First aid

The Lovely Son is here, staying for two nights before going off to work in Cannes setting up stuff for a party on a millionaire's yacht. Sadly, he is one of the crew of an events company, not a guest, but still....

He told me a story of how he found a body lying flat out on the pavement one night, and after judging that it was a drunk man, and not a corpse, but failing to elicit any meaningful sign of life, he called an ambulance. He followed advice to place the man in the recovery position, and waited for the paramedics. Not a flicker of movement from the man. A small crowd of outside smokers from the nearby pub gathered to enjoy keeping him company and to offer much unsolicited advice and opinion, with the LS discouraging them from continuously prodding or moving the man from the recovery position.

The paramedics arrived, did much the same things as the crowd, all to no avail, until something rather painful and deliberate was done to the man's earlobe, whereupon he sat bolt upright and picked an argument with one of the crowd, angrily shouting "Why you wake me up!!" and the Lovely Son sloped off home, pondering the pros and cons of good citizenship.