Made my way along to Angel station, with the aid of the railings. Walking was agony. Just outside the tube station, I saw the bus to Victoria pulling up. I decided to run for it. Big mistake. I remember letting go of the railings, but little else until I woke up with a view of the sky and people looking down at me - police, fellow goths, and others. Whether I slipped, or just collapsed, I don't know. My money is on a discarded chip. I recall seeing a couple. Consequently, I cracked my head open on the pavement, knocked myself out, and needed an ambulance called (my thanks to the young couple who did so). I thought I was ok at first, until I touched the back of my head and got my hand covered in blood. Left a big puddle of the red stuff on the pavement too. As I was in full regalia, the ambulance staff were joking about my fangs, and how I shouldn't be out after sunrise.
So, early Sunday morning, the bods at UCL Hospital patched me up, and I made my way home. I must have looked a sight in my bloodied clothes at 10am on a Sunday!
Today I hurt all over, I must have gone down bottom first, as my tail bone is giving me hell. I can't bend over, and I'm still a bit dazed I think.
Tomorrow I'm off to the GP to have a checkover. Blood pressure was discovered to be a bit high, so needs investigated...
So, there was me - about 6am Sunday - leaving Slimelight because my back was playing up. Not sure what it was, but my lower back muscles went into meltdown.