Trifle, aaaargh. I have an irrational fear of trifle.
Nasty shitty frogspawn though it is, my fear stems from an incident as a 2-year old. It's my earliest and most vivid childhood memory.

Sat at a family gathering, playing with other similarly age-challenged sprogs, we found ourselves under a rather cheap, tacky glass-surfaced table (probably IKEA, cheap continental rubbish). On top of this was placed several bowls of Aunty Maureen's patented special shit, or to the rest of the world trifle.

To cut a long story short, an unusually heavy-handed relative and an unusually heavy glass of G&T were placed on the table's weakest spot, causing it to shatter. For the unfortunates hiding below, this meant a shower of broken glass shards, glass bowls, and the disgusting hell-goop from above. Naturally, it's red texture lead most of us to believe we'd been cut, and we all frantically started screaming, and the adults started panicking.

And that's why I hate trifle.
(The Secret 7000 ...join us. www.secret7000.co.uk, Tue 13 Jul 2004, 13:13, Reply)