The horror, the horror
I discovered the true horror lurking in the dark last night. I now have no fear of vampires or zombies on the landing, or monsters under the bed. The only thing I'm now really scared of in the dark is finding an upturned plug with my bare foot.

Ow, you little fucker!
(ScousersPet, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 14:54, 10 replies)

Click!!
There's no pain quite like it!
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 14:55, closed)

Click
yep that hurts HOWEVER there is one thing worse. LEGO
(Bermuda_import Beach party this weekend, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 15:00, closed)

Only one thing worse?
What about broken glass, hot coals or barbed wire, or anything combination of the above?

I don't think you've really thought this through.
( Moey, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 15:08, closed)

Lego
Having trodden on both broken glass and Lego in the past, I would say the Lego was more painful but the glass was more scarful.
(ScousersPet, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 15:11, closed)

I stand corrected.

( Moey, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 15:12, closed)

Bah lego
There is one thing worse than even LEGO - the 555 timer IC.
(potato123, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 16:59, closed)

Why
did you have a 555 lying on the floor of a room you were wondering around in bare-footed in the dark?
(Pope Jamiroquai III, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 15:02, closed)

Painful for sure
But worse is the half-finished kebab with chilli sauce you left on the floor by the bed when you passed out drunk. It's still there when you climb out of bed at four in the morning to go for a slash. Still there when your foot, searching for the floor, finds instead a slimy plate of doner meat and pitta bread. Still there when it takes your full weight and cold, coagulated spicy sauce oozes between your toes while chunks of meat and gherkins pop out from under the sides of your feet like badly aimed, soggy paintballs. It's still there right up until the moment your foot slips on the greasy mess and sends it splattering over your floor and wall while you slip backwards, land on your arse and bang your head on the bed.

That's quite painful, it smells bad and it takes ages to clean up.
( Scrumper, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 15:24, closed)

Ah yes, the good old upturned square three-pin
It's what it means to be British*. Something our transatlantic cousins just don't get with their small poncey wobbly plugs.

(* OK, and Irish, Cypriot, ....)
(Neil_E_There didn't the Aussies used to be good at cricket?, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 16:09, closed)

I think this one is going to win.
that is all.
(gordonjcp, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 18:51, closed)