Was on the RRV/RFU last night. (overtime...nice). Called to a job ?unco ?breathing. Rocks up to the address to find distraught woman outside screaming.."help me, help him, hes dead!" So, as you probaly are aware, this bodes a not good situation. I take in the resus bag, the defib/monitor and the green bag (which is the size of a small European country) and make haste to the front door of the flat. Once inside I find the patient/casualty...pissed! And smacked off his tits (medical expression) on coke and "phets". Needless to say he did not want to go to hospital. His girlfriend on the other hand looked like see was going to arrest! She suffers from panic attacks. On the upside when I came clear I was too was near to an excellent eating emporium!