Yup! Orbital's link takes you to my Earthly residence! LOL The Village of Bow Street.
It was 1am and I was surfing/working when a foldaway ladder I had leaning against the side of the house went flying into the garden. The noise was terrific!!!!
Being very near the sea we sometimes get squawls when the wind changes. They last for an hour or two and usually no harm done. I went round the house (inside) and checked the doors and windows, even waking my wife up - oops! I looked outside and the rain was horizontal. Oh well, nothing to worry about I thought.
But 5 minutes later the thunderous noise had stopped and so had the rain! WTF was going on?
Well I wasn't going outside to find out so about 2 hours later (3am) I went to bed. During what was left of the night I could hear what sounded like machinary in the distance - that low kinda vibration you get from refer trucks stopped at the lights. I couldn't figure it out and went back to sleep.
The phone went at 8am and Mrs Bryster answered a call from a friend who lives about 300miles from us. She was asking if we were alright. My wife said what are you talking about?
Our friend's reply was surprising to say the least. "You've had a Tornado in your village!"
We turned on the tv and saw what was left of the west side of our little village in the headline news. 
The photos in Orbital's link tell the story - our house is about 300yards to the right of the railway tracks. We didn't get touched but the damage to some properties is still being repaired to this day. The Tornado was a class 4 or 5! That's like the most powerful you can get BUT!!! it was only about 3 feet across!!!!!
Well the trains were cancelled and of course the machinary noises I'd heard in the night was the rescue services trucks, they were putting lights up and looking for people who might be trapped and all that, but no one was hurt. A guy said he woke up in time to look out the window and see his chimney stack passing on its way to his car.....
The media descended on us en masse and interviewed everyone and his cat which was bullshit because the bastards never come this far north unless there's a war or a tornado. When we want them to report on an event they usually can't be bothered to leave Cardiff on the south coast. That day we couldn't get rid of them.

Later, London decided that it could use the publicity so it had a tornado too - lots more damage but then London is falling apart anyway.  Tomorrow the builders are coming round to start work on our storm shelter..........yeah right!

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All the Woes of a World by Jonathan Icknield aka The Bryster

And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...