Roger

Came how today to start my long weekend only to find Roger passed out on my doorstep. One of the hazards of city centre living. Drunks on the doorstep. He roused enough to give me his name and then went back to sleep. 3 hours later I figured time for the paramedics, who promptly arrived and carted him off on a stretcher like a footballer with a bruised toe. He was awake by then but like many footballers, bigged up the opportunity for a free stretcher ride to the sidelines, or in Rogers case, a bed hopefully.