I spent a whole day bouncing around in the Rochester Castle gardens which was great fun. There were about 150 goth kids hanging around who loved the stilts and all wanted a go. Then the police showed up to move the kids on. I hate it when they do that. The goth kids in my town are never allowed to hang around in one place for long without getting moved on.
Anyway, when the police saw the stilts one of them shouted, "Go on run." I'd been fine all day. As soon as I tried to run in front of the police I slipped on some gravel and took a large patch of skin off my elbow and hip. And amazingly not one of the Goth kids whooped cheered like I expected they would. In fact they were a lot nicer then the police who just laughed.