When were you last really scared?
We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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Bastard machine..
I used to ride a 750cc Honda. Last time I was properly scared I was at the end of my last "How fast can you ride home then eh you cunt?" challenge. The scary bit was when I suddenly realised I was *never* going to come out of this corner at the speed I'm going. Needless to say I hit the hedge but by then I'd already accepted I was fucked, even with my sturdy jeans and Converse sneakers to protect me. I really did think it was curtains this time and that was quite a frightening feeling! Then I woke up again and there was an old man peering down at me out of his car window and apart from feeling battered as a sumo wrestler's turd I was OK. The ultimate indignity was having to fish around in a dirty ditch for the contents of my panniers. Toothbrush still tastes funny...
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 18:49, Reply)
I used to ride a 750cc Honda. Last time I was properly scared I was at the end of my last "How fast can you ride home then eh you cunt?" challenge. The scary bit was when I suddenly realised I was *never* going to come out of this corner at the speed I'm going. Needless to say I hit the hedge but by then I'd already accepted I was fucked, even with my sturdy jeans and Converse sneakers to protect me. I really did think it was curtains this time and that was quite a frightening feeling! Then I woke up again and there was an old man peering down at me out of his car window and apart from feeling battered as a sumo wrestler's turd I was OK. The ultimate indignity was having to fish around in a dirty ditch for the contents of my panniers. Toothbrush still tastes funny...
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 18:49, Reply)
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