I’m the last one in work, big old scary building I got down to the bottom of the stairs and one of the volunteers was still here waiting for a lift and said ‘hello’ as I got the bottom of the stairs, my heart is still pounding!!

OK that’s pretty lame but things jumping out and going boo scares me (also Binners in his 1st week of stopping smoking) what scares you?

Needles. Can’t bear them. Thing is, it’s not the idea that they might hurt that’s the problem – I don’t even know what it is. They just make me turn pale, shaky and terrified.

Commitment

The prospect of unemployment (not that I’ve heard anything to suggest that it is likely Mr Starship before you get on the phone).

Some heights and some confined spaces.

kidney stones!

Terrified about what my next credit card bill will bring. Family x-mas gifts plus a full custom Scandal 29er build for myself…will be worth it

Custard powder.

I’m the same with needles, I start to feel clammy and light headed.

Having said that, it’s only with needles I know are going to be used on me; it’s not seeing needles in general. 😀

Irrational things, like dying.

I had needle phobia until my daughter was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. Having to give 4 injections a day soon makes you MTFU.

I can’t watch anyone else handle the needles though.

axe murderers

Proper old age…. and all that will come with it.

Wet tree roots with no soft landing nearby.

Carnies – People with small hands.

Unemployment. Not that I save for a rainy day….. 🙄

Paralysis.

I once had the extremely unfortunate experience of seeing the naked buttocks of a middle-aged mountain biker, in a car park, as he changed into other clothes.

Oooh it were ‘orrible; flabby, saggy and with a pastiness that suggeted it had never seen the sun. 😥

What has bin seen, cannot be unseen. Still gives me the horrors, even now. Scarred for life. 🙁

Global Thermonuclear War

(Born in the Sixties)

Carnies – People with small hands.

Smell like cabbage.

oh, and Delhi belly

Porridge/ReadyBrek/Rice pudding/Anything that resembles vomit in a bowl. 🙁

Moths.

My mind.

grilles in the bottom of swimming pools.

Plus, TJ ranting about HT2.

Running out of toilet roll at just the wrong moment.

Marzipan. Every bloody cake in my childhood had bloody bastard marzipan on. Every single one. Even bloody bakewell bloody tart.
It left me with a hatred of cakes, and a deep and abiding fear of both marzipan and bakers.

fear – it terrifies me

grillesjobbies in the bottom of swimming pools.

once, whilst diving i had a minor equipment problem and panicked. scuba panic is something else

Moaths.

axe murderers injurers

not actually kill, just cut your arms and legs off, or maybe your head, in a way that doesn’t actually kill you but leaves you in a glass jar on display in a carnival freakshow for all eternity.

being called “daddy”

thinking i was getting my tonsils out and waking up to find out i’m a woman. with breasts, hmm maybe not so bad after all, is it ok to play with them if they’re yours?

is it ok to play with them if they’re yours?

You’re not a real man, are you?

This one isn’t really fear but standing drinking at the bar for too long, then getting to the toilet a bit later than I should have to find out that the button-up boxer shorts are on inside out, and as i don’t normally wear button ones, I’d struggle with them if they were the on the right way.

thinking i was getting my tonsils out and waking up to find out i’m a woman. with breasts, hmm maybe not so bad after all, is it ok to play with them if they’re yours?

Is this an NHS hospital?

I once saw hora getting some money out in a pub. The look on binners’ face scared the bejeesus out of me. 🙂

Getting caught…….

😈

My three scariest things in order of scariness:

1. 2nd law of thermodynamics

2. Alzheimer’s

3. Needles

Ahhh!

Kaiser Sose.

On a serious note – confined spaces. Not lifts or stuff like that, but watching people caving – squeezing into damp spaces they can only barely get through – that gives me the proper heebie jeebies.

You’re not a real man, are you?

Nope, I’m a figment of your imagination – and you REALLY need to get some help

This forum.

I’m a figment of your imagination – and you REALLY need to get some help

Is it possible to killfile your own imagination?

The fear of going blind, just about the only thing that scares me.

Not to be able to see pretty girls in summer 😥

Just really wierd messed up shit
Like drowning or falling off a cliff. Oh and caving. 😯