In the space of 200 yerds I had: 1/. John Thompson (of the fast show and latterly coronation street) Cleaning up what remained of his headlamp with a dustpan and brush outside his house. and 2/. Some dude on a commencal randomly pull the front brake for no apparent reason (there was noone else around at this point) and do a insta-somersault over the handlebars right in front of me and land like a sack of spuds. (I stopped to make sure he was OK, before you start). What next?