confrontation
i'm very nervous about going on my own to ask about things.
(Wonchop Where are your goggles, boy?, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 14:01, Reply)

cats with flat faces
i've had a deathly fear of cats with flat faces since a very early age. Normal cats are perfectly ok, but if it looks like its jsut smacked its face into a window then it really freaks me out. Bagpus used to scare me alot as a child.
( cyber-sheep, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 14:00, Reply)

TV Music
This Is Your Life - The old version of the music used in the eighties.

After the "Derrr - Derr Derr Derrr" you get two string stabs.... Whooooah!

And Hammer House of Horror, and when I was a kid I was petrified of the National Anthem when the BBC used to play it at the end of the night. I thought if I listened to it all the way to the end I would die.
(odysseysounds.com, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 14:00, Reply)

Bridges.
I've recently developed gephydrophobia. It's quite unnerving to cross a bridge and have to physically stop yourself from jumping over the side by walking into the middle of the road to stay as far away from the edges as possible. I'll end up getting run down by a car. The last time it happened, I very nearly dropped to the floor to crawl along the road. I wasn't drunk. I was very frightened.
( kaydup, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:58, Reply)

im also afraid of swimming in a lake
where i cant see the bottom this is because when i was younger me and a mate went on a sailing course (we were 9/10 at the time). So we got in these little plastic boats called picos.

so after one hours lesson the instructor sends me and my mate off to sail round this reservoir that is incredibly deep. so we were sailing around having fun when my mate, whos name is jeremy (or Jez for short) shouts he has seen something in the water. i took no notice of this until about five minutes later when this carp suddenly pops his head above the water to eat some of the scum floating on top. so we were so shocked at this we decided to sail back to land. and thats when we realised we didnt know how to sail our pico.

so we decided to paddle with our hands. Now Jez is slightly heavier than me so when we went to either sides of the boat it turtled on us (for the land dwellers among you this means flips upside down) now this isnt ideal for 2 10 year olds with life jackets that barely fit. i was swimming around in the water as it slowly driffted away. i managed to catch up to it and when i did i realised Jez had gone. suddenly i hear shouts from underbeath the boat.

i then realise jez is underneeth the boat. so being the hero that i am i broke a hole in the rudder so he wouldnt die and attempted on mooving the boat by rocking on top of it (no not like that) in doing so i fell off and in the water i felt a rather large carp was swimming past my leg. this freaked me out so i swam full on for shore leaving my friend under the boat.

p.s. my friend isnt dead. the instructor picked him up

p.s.s no i didnt tell them about the rudder

p.s.s.s im sorry to have written this too bloody long
(Limited IQ, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:57, Reply)

Pigeons!!!!
I hate them, rats with wings! Flying vermin! I was once swooped by one in Sunderland city centre, I assumed it could tell that I was a Geordie and therefore a stranger in a hostile and barren land.
When ever I see some complete moron feeding them (trafalgar square!!!!!!!) I feel like walking over and giving them a good kicking and asking them if they plan to feed the rats as well?
Is that irrational enough?
(Mr Neil, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:57, Reply)

My sister once went went out with a guy who had a fear of bananas
and so once when he went out, they hung a bunch of bananas on his bedroom door and so he flatly refused to go near his room until someone else moved them for him!
( the_fabulous_dancing_yak You like game? You come see 5punk.co.uk. You like!, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:57, Reply)

Escalators that have stopped,
I don't mind moving ones, but I can't walk up or down stopped ones.

I'm also clostrephobic, so lifts are out of the question aswell - I once was stuck in Borders (only way out: Lift or stopped escalators) - so I just wandered around until they started again.

>.<
( stevierar, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:53, Reply)

Buying apples
Because I was stung by a wasp whilst picking through apples at a supermarket at the age of 7.
(el pedro, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:53, Reply)

I'm completely scared of
the texture of flannels. I can't look at one without thinking about chewing on a dry flannel. It makes my teeth hurt just thinking about it.

I don't have a flannel.
( chthonic, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:52, Reply)

light bulbs
i've burnt myself on them too many times and now have to get someone else to screw them in for me

oh and the james taylor quartet
( lemony, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:51, Reply)

I have the flushing toilet thing too but slightly different.
If I'm in a house on my own I have to flush the toilet and run away quickly to the safety of the lounge or jump under the bed covers.

I've always thought that the sound attracts some sort of monsters.
(Marwood, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:51, Reply)

I fear
grapes!


...and my missus is terrifed of puppets.
(son of crazymum, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:51, Reply)

The old Two Ronnies Sketch
The Phantom Raspberry Blower of Old London Town. I'm scared even thinking of it. Pure, pure evil. Even when I think of Ronnie Barker menacingly persuing Ronnie Corbett (dressed as Queen Victoria) around a room in the palace, I have palpatations. I would be scared of Jack the Ripper, but I'm not a woman, nor a 19th century pro. The Raspberry Blower was indiscriminate. The thought of him turning up and blowing raspberries still makes me shudder.

Oh, and there was a genuinely fucking nasty muppet in The Muppet Show I wouldn't really want to see again.

I didn't start being as scared of real things until I was at least 20.
( dotmund .co.uk, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:50, Reply)

Balloons
As I've mentioned on my profile for a while, I'm afraid of balloons. They give me the creeps. I have no idea why.

This also means I'm afraid of lightbulbs, and rightly so - glass balloons with the potential to electrocute you? It's like some sick nightmare for me.
(wilesy, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:50, Reply)

Babies....
That make eye contact - or look like they're plotting....

The one in the sky over Tellietubbieland.
(odysseysounds.com, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:49, Reply)

Bad Milk
After gulping almost half a glass of milk before realising it was off - I always sniff milk before drinking it, putting it in tea etc.
(odysseysounds.com, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:46, Reply)

niknaks
i once encountered some scampi-flavour niknaks that were many years out of date.


chewy. scampi.

i crush the first crisp of the bag now just to check.
( dipdapdop, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:44, Reply)

i'm always terrified that when i swim in a
lake, and i can't see the bottom, because it's more than 20 feet deep, I flip out because i think some sort of monster is gonna get me.
(Armer Farmer, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:43, Reply)

people buffing their nails with an emery board
I break out into a sweat all the time.

And foot picking. STOP IT!
( Staticgirl, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:41, Reply)

sticky tape
it's the noise
*sclaaaaaaaaaaaap*
and the stickyness to some extent
( corington, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:41, Reply)

Firey nuclear destruction, as it happens
I grew up in the 70s and 80s, living in fear of the four minute warning, literally a few miles from the UK’s nuclear weapons factories at Burghfield and Aldermaston and the cruise missiles at Greenham. Reagan was president. We were doomed.

I could just about live with this, if it weren’t for the fact that I’d seen a TV programme about witches. One of the stories featured a mad old hag who lived in a cave in the North of England several hundred years ago. She had made several uncannily accurate predictions, the last of which before they threw her on a great big bonfire was that the world would end in 1981. Bloody great. You know what that means: I’m going to die a virgin.

My brother’s best mate Giles had seen this programme too, and claimed to have read in Mad Old Bastard’s Almanack that Armageddon was due on September 12th. A Saturday. The world doesn’t even have the decency to end on a school day. Giles was so confident in his boast, that he actually bet us money that he was right.

As the End of the World approached, was I worried? Was I terrified at the thought of facing destruction on Biblical proportions with my cherry still intact? Too blummin’ right I was. For starters, my attempts to leave this mortal coil without my virginity were foiled by two simple factors: a) none of the girls I approached believed a word that I said, leaving me with a post 12/9 reputation for being “off my head” and b) I was a teenage geek of huge never-gonna-lose-that-cherry proportions. And I was blissfully unaware of point b).

Come the big day, I was a bag of nerves. It was actually Battle of Britain weekend, commemorating the one time in the twentieth century where we managed to save the known world without American assistance, and we went on a day trip with the Air Cadets up to RAF Abingdon for the airshow. The cream of NATO’s airbourne fighting forces screamed overhead in close formation, when they really should have been preparing to face the Red Menace that was pouring over the German border as we spoke.

I watched planes.

I went home.

I went to bed.

I woke up on Sunday 13th September 1981.

I was still alive. The world had not ended. Presidents Reagan and Brezhnev had both stubbornly kept their fingers off the button. It was, I remember, a rather pleasant sunny day. It felt good to be alive.

I felt cheated. Somebody was going to pay.

And the next day, at school, it was Giles. To be honest, he paid up his bet with remarkably good grace for someone who’d been nailed in his first lesson for not doing his homework. He was rather proud of the fact that Mr Wallace had told him “That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard, boy”.

And as for the end of the world: “Give it a couple a days. These things take time.”

I found out only last year that Old Mother Shipton had said the world would end in EIGHTEEN eighty-one. A whole youth wasted digging a fallout shelter in the garden, when I was one hundred years out.

I'm still waiting.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:41, Reply)

I have a fear of 'the gap under the bed'.
It all stems from a Mr Tickle nightmare (long grabbing arms and all that),
but now I have to jump onto the bed from about a couple of feet away to avoid being pulled under.
/twat
( Scary Mary The D'oh Fairy, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:41, Reply)

Sharks.
When I was a young lad my older brother held my face to the TV screen and forced me to watch Jaws. He then chased me around the house chanting the 'Ner (pause) Ner' theme at me. Nice fella my brother.

If I hear the theme tune I get sweaty and my heart beat increases.

If I see a shark I freak out. If it's a picture of a great white with jaws ablaze I've been known to pass out. Seriously.

It affects everything. From reading magazines and watching TV, to looking at the message board here.

A particulary embarassing incident was in the natural history museum in Dublin last november. They've got a giant baskin shark dangling from the ceiling. I completely froze up and my missus had to giude me to the Lions and other big cats for protection.
I laugh now, didn't at the time though.
( Evil Bastardo, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:41, Reply)

One of my ex-friends
Has a thing about teeth- dont grind them infornt of her, click them infront fo her, brush them infront of her-

She's got more but I cant be buggered typing for 2 hours.

Thankyou.
(MissieMissie, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:40, Reply)

Yorkshire TV Logo


Who was scared of this one?

I used to think that some massive great yellow thing would come and stab me in the chest!

Remember the opening to 3-2-1, where the flying 'V' plunged into Dusty Bin? That produced the worst nightmares of all!

I have a feeling this might be the "Ice Cream Van" of this topic. (Edit: Or maybe not!)
(odysseysounds.com, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:39, Reply)

turn ups
They would be flares, then,

Sorry
(Chi Chi, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:39, Reply)

turn ups
They would be flares, then,

Sorry
(Chi Chi, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:39, Reply)

Gloves, n Sandwiches
One of my mates hates it went you put a glove in your mouth. To the extent that she will pull it out of your mouth.

Another hates trianguar sandwiches! Can not even look at them. If they are wrapped in clingfilm rather than tinfoil she is close to chucking up.
(el_meerkat, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:38, Reply)

Noisy eaters
And it's not just a mild dislike, I have to actually leave the room or I'll be ill.. My Grandad was the worst culprit, and also a mate eats like a starved pig.

Weird huh?
( Hankster, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 13:37, Reply)