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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Just before Christmas, cycling back from the pub pissed enough to feel invunerable (I'm 5ft 6, so this often gets me into trouble).
So I get onto a roundabout, in the right hand lane to turn right. I've got lights on an everything. Some tosspot in a Merc blats right up behind me, revving and beeping. I'm in the correct lane, and so see fit to give the finger and suggest that the occupants of said vehicle are a bunch of wankers. Well, they were.
Anyhow, as I move left to come off my exit they screech past me... only for me to find them pulled up at the side of the road a few hundred yards after the exit. 5 asian blokes get out as I approach and spread themselves across the road. I somehow managed to weave my way through them without getting a kicking and fucked off down the nearest ally. I felt stone cold sober after that.
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 20:37, Reply)
Just before Christmas, cycling back from the pub pissed enough to feel invunerable (I'm 5ft 6, so this often gets me into trouble).
So I get onto a roundabout, in the right hand lane to turn right. I've got lights on an everything. Some tosspot in a Merc blats right up behind me, revving and beeping. I'm in the correct lane, and so see fit to give the finger and suggest that the occupants of said vehicle are a bunch of wankers. Well, they were.
Anyhow, as I move left to come off my exit they screech past me... only for me to find them pulled up at the side of the road a few hundred yards after the exit. 5 asian blokes get out as I approach and spread themselves across the road. I somehow managed to weave my way through them without getting a kicking and fucked off down the nearest ally. I felt stone cold sober after that.
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 20:37, Reply)
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