Electric Bomb
Just remembered, although I try to blank it.

A year or two ago I was having a few amber nectars in a city pub near Liverpool St.

It was dark, cold so I was wrapped up nice and warm as I waved goodbye to my friends. If you know the area, it has lots of narrow roads, some of them still cobbled, with old 4/5 story buildings on either side. It was late so the offices were well closed and the workers spread liberally in the local boozers.

I was walking quickly to the side entrance to the station up aforesaid road when not 3ft in front of me an electrical manhole cover thingy took off with fire and brimstone erupting from the gash in the ground. The force of the explosion put me flat on my arse as I watched the cover fly 6ft in the air, hover and fall straight back down into the hole it had just left.

I was sat there on a wet floor, my ears ringing from the shock wave with no one to witness what had happened.

I couldn't believe it. No trace of explosion, no fire, and me with nothing more than a wet bum and sore ears.

One cheary goodbye and a wave to my mates saved me being taken down to Hades by a demented London Electric Co manhole.

Bastards.
(Suck it and Sea, Wed 18 Feb 2009, 9:04, Reply)