Around 1969 or 70, I was on a 50 bus going down Brocco Bank after another days tedium at King Teds. It was a bus with an open door (and shiny pole) at the back. Also downstairs and at the back were facing 'bench' seats that held about three people each. Me and a couple of mates were on one of these benches ogling this fit bird who was sat opposite with her boyfriend. Obviously this made said boyfriend think he was Bertie Big-Bollocks and - halfway down Brocco Bank and intending to get off at Hunters Bar - BBB pecked his bird on the cheek and went towards the rear door. Now this bus was doing around 30 mph and BBB thought he'd show off to his bird and jumped off the bus. It was a truly impressive effort - he obviously thought he could start running as he hit the pavement. Except...
...he'd failed to notice a lamp post - one of those solid concrete fuckers - and he went SPLAT! straight into it. It was a scene worthy of Tom & Jerry. He was spark out - blood and teeth everywhere. Funny as fuck, though.