By contributing to this thread, Fate sighed, furrowed her brow, and exploded my back tube in Carshalton yesterday. There's was a nice bang as I sat at a junction. A woman screamed. A dog jumped into the Wandle. I sort of pretended it hadn't happened. Maybe there was a can of fizzy drink in my bag? Evidently not, as I flobbled across the road.
It wasn't clear if it had just exploded or I'd ridden over some kind of IED, but there were significant holes. I tried to fix it* and it seemed OK but that meant I had to cycle most of way home by stopping to pump up the tyre every five minutes (OK, I think by the end, I was just flobbling, riding on a flat tyre was evidently a skill I picked up). I did stop and try to find where the air was leaking out, but the quiltwork of patches seemed secure and I couldn't find another hole. Possibly the valve.
*of course I had a spare tube. For an entirely different bike.