Surprised while burgling a house in Antwerp, Belgium,

Surprised while burgling a house in Antwerp, Belgium, a thief
fled out the back door, clambered over a nine-foot wall, dropped
down and found himself in the city prison.

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In 1976 a twenty-two-year-old Irishman, Bob Finnegan, was crossing the
busy Falls Road in Belfast, when he was struck by a taxi and flung over
its roof. The taxi drove away and, as Finnegan lay stunned in the road,
another car ran into him, rolling him into the gutter. It too drove on.
As a knot of gawkers gathered to examine tha magnetic Irishman, a
delivery van plowed through the crowd, leaving in its wake three injured
bystanders and an even more battered Bob Finnegan. When a fourth vehicle
came along, the crowd wisely scattered and only one person was hit - Bob
Finnegan. In the space of two minutes Finnegan suffered a fractured
skull, broken pelvis, broken leg, and other assorted injuries. Hospital
officials said he would recover.

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While motorcycling through the Hungarian countryside, Cristo Falatti
came up to a railway line just as the crossing gates were coming down.
While he sat idling, he was joined by a farmer with a goat, which the
farmer tehered to the crossing gate. A few moments later a horse and
cart drew up behind Falatti, followed in short order by a man in a
sports car. When the train roared through the crossing, the horse
startled and bit Falatti on the arm. Not a man to be trifled with,
Falatti responded by punching the horse in the head. In consequence
the horse's owner jumped down from his cart and began scuffling with
the motorcyclist. The horse, which was not up to this sort of excite-
ment, backed away briskly, smashing the cart into the sports-car. At
this, the sports-car driver leaped out of his car and joined the fray.
The farmer came forward to try to pacify the three flailing men. As he
did so, the crossing gates rose and his goat was strangled. At last
report the insurance companies were still trying to sort out the claims.

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Two West German motorists had an all-too-literal head-on collision in
heavy fog near the small town of Guetersloh. Each was guiding his car
at a snail's pace near the center of the road. At the moment of impact
their heads were both out of the windows when they smacked together.
Both men were hospitalized with severe head injuries. Their cars weren't
scratched.

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In a classic case of one thing leading to another, seven men aged
eighteen to twenty-nine received jail sentences of three to four
years in Kingston-on-Thames, England, in 1979 after a fight that
started when one of the men threw a french fry at another while
they stood waiting for a train.

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Hitting on the novel idea that he could end his wife's incessant
nagging by giving her a good scare, Hungarian Jake Fen built an
elaborate harness to make it look as if he had hanged himself.
When his wife came home and saw him she fainted. Hearing a distur-
bance a neighbor came over and, finding what she thought were two
corpses, seized the opportunity to loot the place. As she was
leaving the room, her arms laden, the outraged and suspended Mr Fen
kicked her stoutly in the backside. This so surprised the lady that
she dropped dead of a heart attack. Happily, Mr Fen was acquitted of
manslaughter and he and his wife were reconciled.

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An unidentified English woman, according to the London Sunday Express
was climbing into the bathtub one afternoon when she remembered she
had left some muffins in the oven. Naked, she dashed downstairs and
was removing the muffins when she heard a noise at the door. Thinking
it was the baker, and knowing he would come in and leave a loaf of
bread on the kitchen table if she didn't answer his knock, the woman
darted into the broom cupboard. A few moments later she heard the back
door open and, to her eternal mortification, the sound of footsteps
coming toward the cupboard. It was the man from the gas company, come
to read the meter. "Oh," stammered the woman, "I was expecting the
baker." The gas man blinked, excused himself and departed.