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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The minutes before...
...my last grading. I was totally bricking it.
And when I hit that taxi near head on at a closing speed of about 80 on the m'cycle*.
Not sure which one was worse.
Or maybe it was the time some guy I'd just met that day (no, not that way) decided to fire his rather nice CBR through a barbed wire fence while he inspect the concrete start of some ARMCO barrier at extreme close quarters. Face mashed up (even through the full lid), leather ruptured over the back, conciousness just a word in the dictionary and ambulance is lost (typical). And who's the only person who knows dick about first aid? Muggins. Nurse! new underpants please!
He was at the party about four hours later, so I guess he was OK after all.
*I survived that without a scratch; but a cop catapulted a FZR600 at me a few minutes later, that really hurt.
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 23:46, Reply)
...my last grading. I was totally bricking it.
And when I hit that taxi near head on at a closing speed of about 80 on the m'cycle*.
Not sure which one was worse.
Or maybe it was the time some guy I'd just met that day (no, not that way) decided to fire his rather nice CBR through a barbed wire fence while he inspect the concrete start of some ARMCO barrier at extreme close quarters. Face mashed up (even through the full lid), leather ruptured over the back, conciousness just a word in the dictionary and ambulance is lost (typical). And who's the only person who knows dick about first aid? Muggins. Nurse! new underpants please!
He was at the party about four hours later, so I guess he was OK after all.
*I survived that without a scratch; but a cop catapulted a FZR600 at me a few minutes later, that really hurt.
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 23:46, Reply)
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