My childhood best friend Paul was more prone to superstition and such nonsense than I was
I was always the coldly rational one, he was more "Well it could happen, couldn't it?".

One dark winter evening we were walking through a quiet area of town, and as we passed a streetlight, it went out. Paul froze, shocked, convinced that some eerily occult force was at work. Naturally I laughed at him, but he was really spooked.

"OK, look," I said, "If there's something freaky going on, the next lamp will go out too, when we walk past it. If it doesn't, then this one was just a coincidence."

So we started walking again, past the next lamppost.

It went out.

We ran.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 19 Sep 2012, 11:35, 2 replies)

ran home to phone your local council
to inform them that some of the street lamps in your area were faulty?
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Wed 19 Sep 2012, 11:49, closed)

Ours get switched off at midnight anyway,
because our council thinks that drunken twats can get home quicker and with less injuries if it's pitch black.
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Wed 19 Sep 2012, 12:26, closed)