coupla fire brigade memories
18 years old, working as cub reporter for Fleet Street News Agency, doing all night shift covering hard news stories for Evening News and Evening Standard, at the time the two London evening newspapers
a fire broke out in a disused warehouse at St Katherine's dock
I went there, as did about five other reporters and photographers
The fire was raging on the top floor, about six storeys high
Unfortunately, the top floor was where lots of down and outs, tramps, methers, homeless people, call them what you will, slept
The firemen arrived, tackled the blaze and were bringing down the dead guys on covered stretchers. This was about 4am
All the journalists (not me, I hasten to add) shouted for the firemen to whip off the blanket covering the dead bodies 'so we can get a good picture'
After about the seventh body came down, one of the firemen stopped, looked at the reporters and photographers baying and begging to see a dead burnt body, and said 'Ok then' and granted their wish.
He whipped the blanket back, but not one camera flash went off, it went very quiet, two reporters threw up and somebody whispered 'Oh my God'
I've never seen, or smelt for that matter, something quite so hideous.
The firemen, of course, laughed their heads off, they sure enough shut everybody up that night.
Second story was I witnessed a head on car crash at Falconwood, North Kent, at about midnight, was standing outside the pub having a lemonade with the guvnor after just having done a disco. The crash happened where a three lane per side dual carriageway narrowed into a two lane single carriageway on the borders of London. Many European visitors travelled this route.
I rushed up to one car, they hadn't been wearing their seat belts, two adult women in the front, three teenage females in the back. They were all injured, groaning, there was lots of blood.
I picked up two of the girls and laid them on the grass embankment. Local householders brought blankets. The fire brigade arrived, tapped me on the shoulder and said 'we''ll take over now, go back to the pub and try not to think about it.'
So I did, the pub guvnor said '****ing hell, have you seen yourself, you're covered in claret, wanna brandy?'
I accepted the offer of brandy.
So, there's just a couple of examples of what the fire brigade do, I'm sure many of you know of more extreme examples.
Mind you, ambulance crews sure see some strange things as well, one crew told me of the time trying to pick up a suicide victims' severed head, he'd laid down before a train.....