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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bit embarrassing to be honest.
It was winter 2005 and I was on my way to a practice room to have a jam with some mates one night. My mate Stocky picked me up and we drove to the place, which (as all the best practice rooms are) was in a pretty seedy backstreet. As we were slowing down to find a parking space I clocked this bloke on the other side of the road...years of being out on the piss have given me a pretty good trouble radar, and there was something about the way he was shouting and throwing wooden pallets around that made me think he might be worth keeping away from.
Anyway, we parked and were sorting ourselves out when he wandered up to the driver's side window. Stocky didn't notice him and was about to open his door and get out when I said "Stocky, drive...drive...DRIVE!". The bloke started shouting "OI! FUCK YOU LOOKING AT?" and we shat it and drove off.
As soon as we got round the corner we pissed ourselves laughing at how pathetic we were....and I still can't believe I shouted "DRIVE!"
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 13:16, Reply)
It was winter 2005 and I was on my way to a practice room to have a jam with some mates one night. My mate Stocky picked me up and we drove to the place, which (as all the best practice rooms are) was in a pretty seedy backstreet. As we were slowing down to find a parking space I clocked this bloke on the other side of the road...years of being out on the piss have given me a pretty good trouble radar, and there was something about the way he was shouting and throwing wooden pallets around that made me think he might be worth keeping away from.
Anyway, we parked and were sorting ourselves out when he wandered up to the driver's side window. Stocky didn't notice him and was about to open his door and get out when I said "Stocky, drive...drive...DRIVE!". The bloke started shouting "OI! FUCK YOU LOOKING AT?" and we shat it and drove off.
As soon as we got round the corner we pissed ourselves laughing at how pathetic we were....and I still can't believe I shouted "DRIVE!"
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 13:16, Reply)
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