Profile for jimbowensspeedboat:
Hello, my name is Christina.
I am:
:: 25
:: A Lady
:: Half British, Half American (I have a damn Yankee for a mother).
:: A Journalist (which means I get to write about museums, libraries, trucks, music, food and other stuff)
And look something like this 90% of the time.
I currently live in Manchester with five other people, two cats and am attached to a Mr. Speedboat who knows more about computers and hard drinking than I do.
I like tea, post rock, krautrock, red booze, white booze, books, people, cats, dancing in an occasionally embarassing manner and don't suffer fools gladly. I also prefer Daddy to chips unless I'm feeling a bit pissed then it's curry sauce laden carbs all the way ta.
I once walked into the Bridgewater Canal and survived. I don't know whether this makes me superhuman or not, but it does mean that I am impervious to the icy charms of Britain's first manmade water way.
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Hello, my name is Christina.
I am:
:: 25
:: A Lady
:: Half British, Half American (I have a damn Yankee for a mother).
:: A Journalist (which means I get to write about museums, libraries, trucks, music, food and other stuff)
And look something like this 90% of the time.
I currently live in Manchester with five other people, two cats and am attached to a Mr. Speedboat who knows more about computers and hard drinking than I do.
I like tea, post rock, krautrock, red booze, white booze, books, people, cats, dancing in an occasionally embarassing manner and don't suffer fools gladly. I also prefer Daddy to chips unless I'm feeling a bit pissed then it's curry sauce laden carbs all the way ta.
I once walked into the Bridgewater Canal and survived. I don't know whether this makes me superhuman or not, but it does mean that I am impervious to the icy charms of Britain's first manmade water way.
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» Phobias
Oh God, B3ta, what have you done?
Just reading all the answers to this question have brought a few more well hidden phobias oozing to the fore like festering sores (nice image for you there).
The AIDS adverts they used to show after Eastenders in the 1980s: When I was little girl, whenever this came on TV I'd always run screaming behind the sofa and have to be coaxed out with Jelly Tots. I saw it a few months ago and did exactly the same thing.
Carwash Rollers: Because when they roll over your car it always makes you feel as though they're going to crush the vehicle like a tin can. When my Dad used to take me to the car wash as a little girl I'd always have a massive freakout and attempt to escape through one of the passenger windows.
Phillip Schofield: I hate his eerie smile. He's just too...nice. I bet he secretly rapes children.
The Children's Channel which was on Sky in the early 1990s Yes, I know this is just downright odd, but they once showed a cartoon where a cat ate a load of food and got so bloated it thought it was pregnant until a mouse came along and popped its stomach and the cat held its stomach contents and cradled them like the kitten it would never have. I burst into tears and refused to watch anything on that channel ever again after that.
(Thu 10th Apr 2008, 15:24, More)
Oh God, B3ta, what have you done?
Just reading all the answers to this question have brought a few more well hidden phobias oozing to the fore like festering sores (nice image for you there).
The AIDS adverts they used to show after Eastenders in the 1980s: When I was little girl, whenever this came on TV I'd always run screaming behind the sofa and have to be coaxed out with Jelly Tots. I saw it a few months ago and did exactly the same thing.
Carwash Rollers: Because when they roll over your car it always makes you feel as though they're going to crush the vehicle like a tin can. When my Dad used to take me to the car wash as a little girl I'd always have a massive freakout and attempt to escape through one of the passenger windows.
Phillip Schofield: I hate his eerie smile. He's just too...nice. I bet he secretly rapes children.
The Children's Channel which was on Sky in the early 1990s Yes, I know this is just downright odd, but they once showed a cartoon where a cat ate a load of food and got so bloated it thought it was pregnant until a mouse came along and popped its stomach and the cat held its stomach contents and cradled them like the kitten it would never have. I burst into tears and refused to watch anything on that channel ever again after that.
(Thu 10th Apr 2008, 15:24, More)
» Phobias
Now don't laugh...
But when I was younger I used to have a very serious phobia of grated cheddar. Not the kind that you'd grate yourself off a block, but the bright yellowy/orange neon kind which came grated in bags. It turned my stomach-and still does to this day. All cheap cheese does in fact. Don't ask me why, I've only just started embracing the fromage at the grand old age of 25.
Perhaps it's because of the way it feels all waxy and dusty and bleerrggh. I was once sent out of Food Technology when I was fifteen(Or Home Economics as it should really be called) and made to stand in the corridor and think about what I had done when I refused to put my hand in the grated cheddar bag when making Cheese Scones.
I can just about cope with cheese nowadays. I am partial to strong cheddar on crumpets with a splash of Worcester Sauce, Buffalo Mozarella(because I'm posh like), and the odd bit of brie here and there. Still, make me touch cheap cheese and not only will I break out in a cold sweat, I shall also break your ears with my girlish screams.
(My best friend almost beats my phobias by being pathologically afraid of both Eggs and "Wires" by Athlete. She has a pavlovian reaction to it and starts screaming, swearing and foaming at the mouth like something out of The Exorcist whenever it's played in her general direction).
(Thu 10th Apr 2008, 14:44, More)
Now don't laugh...
But when I was younger I used to have a very serious phobia of grated cheddar. Not the kind that you'd grate yourself off a block, but the bright yellowy/orange neon kind which came grated in bags. It turned my stomach-and still does to this day. All cheap cheese does in fact. Don't ask me why, I've only just started embracing the fromage at the grand old age of 25.
Perhaps it's because of the way it feels all waxy and dusty and bleerrggh. I was once sent out of Food Technology when I was fifteen(Or Home Economics as it should really be called) and made to stand in the corridor and think about what I had done when I refused to put my hand in the grated cheddar bag when making Cheese Scones.
I can just about cope with cheese nowadays. I am partial to strong cheddar on crumpets with a splash of Worcester Sauce, Buffalo Mozarella(because I'm posh like), and the odd bit of brie here and there. Still, make me touch cheap cheese and not only will I break out in a cold sweat, I shall also break your ears with my girlish screams.
(My best friend almost beats my phobias by being pathologically afraid of both Eggs and "Wires" by Athlete. She has a pavlovian reaction to it and starts screaming, swearing and foaming at the mouth like something out of The Exorcist whenever it's played in her general direction).
(Thu 10th Apr 2008, 14:44, More)