John

I am with john.

He has been heavily drinking.

We are up near his flat. I say that I will hang out with him as long
as he doesn't end up getting himself arrested. He says to me that he
can hold it together, but I'm not so sure.

He stumbles on a bank, trips, rolls down the bank and smacks his head
on one of the neighbours wall with a thud. Me and another friend (I
think it is jimmy or mat cheeseman) run down to check he is ok, and I
tell him I am phoning an ambulance. He has semi concussion- he can
still make out some words, but his talking has become like a baby and
he can't stand up.  There is no one in the house which he banged his
head on.

Soon an ambulance arrives with a police car. I don't know what the
police are doing here but I guess that some other neighbours  phoned
up them because of a loud drunken person outside their house acting
very strange.

I wave them over and lead them to john. I hold him and help him to sit
up so that he can talk to them.

He has a go at the police, as expected...
"Sen ya tin, Ii gi ya fa. Say ya da, wot ya doin ere?"

"They've come to help you john"

He calms down a bit,
"Well,  you need a good ting if ya, if ya gona, if ya gona do that,
do, be in that position, ya know what am sayin... Ya know what am
sayin.. aaahh"

The police don't get any more word out of him and the ambulance people
get him into the back of the ambulance and drive off.