Three drains . . .
Since I was about 16 - 17 I couldn't walk across three consecutive drains/man-hole covers. Dunno why, some luck thing, I think, which is silly because I've got no other superstitions and don't believe in luck as a malleable tangable concept i.e, something that can be manipulated by superstition or ritual.

This has led to me skipping over bin-bags, jumping over bits of the footpath, and at one time even hopping in front of a moving taxi - all to avoid standing on the dreaded hat-trick of access routes in the pavement, which on occasion, I don't see 'till the last minute. Which obviously makes me out to be a right gonad, when no-one knows what I'm doing. Apart from looking like I'm mincing around skipping over nothing like a demented gay mentalist morris dancer.

However, I've noticed that very VERY recently, I've stopped doing this.

After reading some of the cack that you lot do, something must have trigered in my head that realised it's all a total load of complete and utter bollocks. I just don't care any more.
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So thank you all for making me see the light.

How long until I'm walking along and fall into an open one, now, I wonder . . .
(SigourneysBeaver took off and nuked the entire site from orbit on, Tue 20 Dec 2011, 16:32, Reply)