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)