Five jobs last night, none of which were particularly interesting - and none of which involved alcohol. I love Murphy's law for making these shifts particularly pleasant...

I offer this further bit of information with no bias, nor any particular message - but the Newham registry office has released the most popular names for babies in the area. For boys, the most popular name is Mohamed, while for girls, the most popular name is Fatima. As an aside, there are a lot of people who have the exceptionally original name of "Mohamed Mohamed", to which I always ask which is the first name, and which is their second name...

Three jobs that warrant a mention - the first was a 39 year old male with a racing heart-beat. We got to him and discovered that he was in SVT, so we "blued" him into hospital where four doctors were waiting to treat him. His heartbeat returned to normal after they treated him with Adenosine. Why four doctors? Well I suspect it is because, like dealing with hypoglycemic patients, you can make an immediate difference in someones condition - and the patient normally comes away impressed. Dealing with SVT's were my favourite type of job when I worked in hospital.

Another vaguely interesting job was to a 16 year old female who had fallen from a garden fence after arguing with her sister. Fairly minor injuries - but a friendly, appreciative family. The memorable thing is that they live on an estate that is spread out over a wide area (the sort of place that is a nightmare to navigate, because the house numbering scheme seems like it was designed by a madman). Roaming the streets was a gang of feral teenage girls who, to be fair, did help us find the address - but I wonder at the parents who let their young children run around at half ten at night.

Finally we had a job for a kid who lives at "The Residential Home For Children With Behavioural Difficulties", which is where feral children end up - and where they are allowed to stay up past 11pm watching music television, complain about the allergic reaction that their nicotine patch is giving them, and boss around the 'carers' who are supposed to be providing an example to live by, but are instead (I suspect) just looking forward to their next paycheck.

Bring back National Service I say...