I don't think I am going to explain this one very well...
About 6 years ago, I was studying drama at school. We had a very cool young drama teacher, and he was always taking us up to London to see a show. This means that the journey home wouldn't be til about 11pm. One night, we were walking through the street to get to the underground, and a bedraggled 'trampish' man came running up to us, dressed in old black trousers and an old black shirt, shouted something along the lines of 'They won't leave me alone, I can't control him' and then jumped. He put all of his energy into this jump. It was quite high, but not astonishingly high. But I swear, as does everyone else on that school trip, that for just a second, that man hovered in mid-air. Before we knew it, a couple of coppers had shown up out of nowhere and dragged him off. He kept screaming 'Jagged', or maybe 'Jacket'.

Still haunts my dreams.
(bobman500 enjoys a grope as much as the next fella, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 5:11, Reply)