Dogs! Running! Lamposts! Pain! Thanks Disasterprone!
When I was growing up, I had a dog. It was the best dog in the world. She was a border collie, called Jess. No originality points for naming her, I guess.

Jess the Wonderdog ^(TM), now since sadly deceased, liked to run around like a lunatic after anything that moved. And I, as a growing young man with lots of energy, liked to chase after her. Trouble was, I wasn't the best at looking where I was going.

One day, whilst happily engrossed in our usual chasing activities, my pursuit was brought up short. Picture, if you will, the scene. Happy boy, happy dog. Happy boy not looking where he is going. As a result, I didn't see my impending lamp-post shaped harbinger of doom until it was too late.

One minute, I was happily chasing after my dog. The next, all I was aware of was a SPANG!! noise, a jangling lamp-post that I'm sure was laughing at me, and a very concerned dog licking my face. I'd been spanged in the face, body and quite a bit of leg by a lamp-post. The fact that no-one was around to see this made me happy enough. But what makes me happiest of all, is that no-one saw me comedy-splat into my light-bringing doom-giver with both arms and and a leg out in front of me, like some gangly cartoon-character, slide slowly down the attacking lamp-post, muttering "Ow" in a now very small voice.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 27 Jan 2011, 16:07, Reply)