I managed the same thing about two years ago...
...on my way home, trying to get through Hyde Park after the gates had closed. I found a fence which I thought was just low enough to jump over.

Almost made it as well, until I realised what was snagged on the spiky bit was not my jeans but my thigh. (Fortunately not so badly that I couldn't get myself off* and limp the rest of the way home.)

So I now have a nice little scar on my inner thigh. Of course, when people ask to see it, I have to warn them, "Well, I'd have to take my trousers down to show you..."

Oddly nobody takes me up on the offer...

*_{Fnaar, snigger, chortle}
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:33, Reply)