I live near the River Uck,
the nearby presence of which is proudly announced by a sign on the A22.

The council recently customised that sign by trimming off the space where so very many people had paused briefly on their journeys to goodness-knows-where and added the inevitable letter 'F'.

The river, populated as it is by notoriously mischievous and puerile naiads, rose up and took its terrible vengeance this August by flash-flooding Uckfield station and the nearby Blockbuster Video.

True story.
(Happybara The jungle came alive and took him, Mon 11 Oct 2010, 17:37, 2 replies)

I recall when it flooded a few years back
...and swept away a bloke outside the Somerfield. Apparently.
I spent a lot of that time as a motorbike pillion. Riding through flooded roads on a bike is a touch unnerving.
(womanwhocanonlylivewithdogs, Tue 12 Oct 2010, 16:12, closed)

Yes, it's such an innocent looking
little rivulet but it's got a bite. You have my sympathy re the scary pillion experiences but I hate the weekend bikers we get down here in droves. Stupid accountants from Croydon trying to work through their mid-live crises by performing lethal overtaking maneouvres then staring back at you tough-guy-style from behind the safetey of their helmet-visors. Twunts.
(Happybara The jungle came alive and took him, Tue 12 Oct 2010, 22:01, closed)