What should you do if a drunk passes out in front of you? | Adrian Chiles
When a man was vomiting on my shoe, I didn’t know how to help. Time to sign up for a first-aid course
I’m lucky with public transport: I get the best of it. First, because I live in London, which is arguably, disgracefully, the only place in Britain where it is any good. Second, I don’t have to use it much in the rush hour, which is rarely fun wherever you are. On public transport, stuff happens. If you’re in a cab – fascinating though conversations with the drivers can be – or driving yourself, not so much does.
At 11.30 last Friday night, after a few drinks and a meal for a friend’s 40th, I was on
