A paramedic who tackled a wheelchair-bound gunman has been hailed a hero.
Garry Perkins was honoured for his bravery by a crown court judge after he and a colleague came face-to-face with the armed man during a routine call-out.
But when they arrived at the house the two paramedics found Ian Wilson, who has no legs, sitting in his wheelchair asking for morphine.
But while Mr Perkins called the man’s GP, he noticed a gun on a radiator.
He said: “We both saw it and looked at each other, then the man produced a gun from down the side of his wheelchair and pointed it at John, smiling.

Myself? I would have either thrown him the drugs and told him to take them all at once - then call out the armed police, or just run.

That the man was in a wheelchair is neither here nor there, you can shoot from a wheelchair as numerous paralympic medal-winners have shown. I've also known wheelchair users who have run quite successful drug dealing businesses.

I particularly like one of the comments left on the site that says,

I have had the dubious 'pleasure' of having met Mr Wilson as a result of my job, and although on the face of it, it is hard to believe that a man with no legs, and confined to his wheelchair could be a threat to anyone,believe me he is a very threatening, aggressive and thoroughly odious little man. Good work from the Paramedics.

Just a snapshot of the sorts of things we can walk into.

Many thanks to the reader who sent me this story.

Sometimes you are grateful for the drunk that has been getting progressively more intoxicated through the duration of your shift. As you drive past him on the way to the hospital you wave at each other for nearly twelve hours.

Then, as a final job of the shift for both you and the police, he tries to get up, falls over and gets a massive bump on the head.

He's not aggressive and his timing is perfect, both you and the police get off shift on time for a change.

Also - sometimes short little random thoughts let you have time in your real life to get some real life concerns sorted out, although doing it for more than a week would be tiresome.

Our Control was asking for an ambulance for a stabbing on our patch while we were on our way, under blue lights, to a twenty six year old with indigestion. So it goes.