Heights.
Of all the things that scare me (and there are large number of badly-rationalised phobias in this head of mine, believe me!), heights are the worst. Though I'm slowly conquering them a foot or so at a time (up to 2 feet...).

On my first ever trip to blackpool with the family (mid-teens) we decided to go up Blackpool Tower. And this seemed entirely sensible as it was a good, solid structure that had lasted for ages. It'll probably last forever, thought I, so well built is it.

Oh my, no. We climbed into the lift- which for a height-scared claustrophobe isn't too nice anyway- and up we went. Through one of the rustiest, most un-cared-for structures I've ever seen that are still in public use. Two steps up to the viewing platformy bit and I stopped dead. Then apologied to everyone and took the lift back down again. And was nearly sick.

What a wuss, eh?
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Fri 11 Apr 2008, 11:27, Reply)