I worked a nasty head trauma on the street one night, had nothing with me, no gloves, kit, nothing. I managed to hijack passersby and get them to give me their shopping bags to cover my hands and their kids' PE kits to apply pressure to the wound. Halfway through a long, lonely and arterially bloody wait for a crew to arrive, I heard a voice pushing through the crowd "Let me through, let me through, I'm a doctor!" She crouched down opposite me, looking across the patiend and said "Hi! I'm a doctor! Can I help?" "BRC." I replied "I need a pair of gloves, do you have any?" She looked at the puddle of claret on the floor, my hands wrapped in Tescos bags and came to a conclusion. "No, no, I don't...I'm...I'm sorry." And with that she stood up and walked away. Cheers lady, much appreciated.