Big Ben
I was petrified of Big Ben when I was a kid, and earnestly believed that the bell was so loud it would make my head explode.

Degree of difficulty: Before the M25 was built, any trip to visit my grandad meant going in the car right through the middle of London. As we got closer and closer to Westminster, I'd get more agitated, and would eventually end up cowering in the footwell, fingers in ears, urging parents to drive faster.

One day we drove past at two minutes to the hour and I was actually sick with fear, but insisted that the car could not stop until we reached the relative safety of Dagenham.

I'm normal now.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 5 Apr 2012, 13:48, 2 replies)

Hahahahahaha this is awesome!
I love the mental image of you in the footwell with your fingers in your ears.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 5 Apr 2012, 14:43, closed)

A phrase I thought I'd never hear...
"the relative safety of Dagenham."
(judgetheobscure used to sweep in butchers' shops., Thu 5 Apr 2012, 18:48, closed)