Final Destination - Bolton
A reasonably happy few years studying Civil Engineering and Architectural Technology in Bolton during the late 90s was intermittently interrupted by the following:

3 muggings, last one of which I was on the wrong end of a knife.
2 occasions where I was on the wrong end of a car bonnet, both hit and runs.
and 1 occasion on 15th June 96, where a few of us decided to have a day's drinking in Manchester. Due to typical student deficiency toward punctuality in the mornings, we were later than planned in getting a train from Bolton to Manchester, and ended up arriving shortly after the IRA had decided to blow the shit out of the Arndale Centre.
We go straight back to Bolton, and end up staying at the station most of the day helping people travelling back, some - understandably - in shock, and a few carrying cuts and bruises.

Death has a holiday home in Bolton, and I shall (probably) never go back there, just in case.

Also, due to suffering from these bastards, as a number of b3tans already know, I'm fairly lucky not to have injured myself severely over the past 10 years or so while going through a cycle. (which I currently am) It has come close a few times.

tl;dr unlucky man escapes knives, cars and bombs, and has headaches afterward.
( The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on, Wed 10 Jul 2013, 10:32, Reply)