Things You Were Scared Of

Nuclear War. In a proper having-nightmares-every-night-for-years way.
Doctor Who. Who wasn't?
The Mirror at the end of the room in my first solo bedroom. It had a man with a green face in it.
One of my books had a scary cover and it had to have been my brother but it would find it's way out of the shelves and face outwards all the time.
The two Bulldogs up the street.
Pittsey. A psycho kid with a flick knife who lived nearby. But everyone was scared of him. He got put away for murder eventually surprise surprise.
When I was very small I was petrified of Dopey from Snow White apparently.
Doors that are slightly ajar in strange bedrooms, faces can peep round you know.
Having anything up my jap's eye. Actually that still makes me shudder.
Eyes that are too big. Marty Feldman used to make me gag.

Thunderbirds-just fucking creepy.

i can see that PW. same here

Mr Draycott. Sadistic Primary Teacher From Hell.

Custard. I know! weird but it freaked me out at school. "Cowardly Custard" names a plenty.

Ghost Train. I couldn't even look at it never mind go on it.

Going Fast. I still don't like it.

Finishing uni and getting a job, but turns out its not all that bad.

I wasn't scared of anything you set of total lightweights













I was

oh yeah there was this kid called Maxwell who had a rubber Skeleton and he used to chase me with it. A toy one I mean. It wasn't a rare disease or summat. He didn't flubbadub after me like.

I think I'm spotting a trend here. Sherrers is a bit frank isn't he?

Too much for Faith, hope not too much for here.


I'll take the plunge..


I was petrified of getting changed at school cos I was so skinny and used to have to do the chicken run. these things seem really pathetic now but it was horrific it really was.

Jonny Boy wrote:I think I'm spotting a trend here. Sherrers is a bit frank isn't he?

Too much for Faith, hope not too much for here.

you have a point. but they wet themselves if anyone talks about anything but house and trainers (and bloody football).

I noticed they got annoyed basically that he was a DJ but didn't talk about music

i could not read or write for a long time and bein found out is alomost imposable to describe (and spell )

scarey like you wood not beleive

I said it before on the basics forum mate I think it is brilliant you post and the fact your daughter reads stuff to you is really lovely... stout fella!

The dentist.

Scared the shit out of me when i was young and still does to this day. Im convinced a needle will break off in my gum or the fuckers hand will slip when drilling and he will drill right through into my brain. Gives me cold sweats just thinking about it.

Also the corkscrew at Alton towers. Cried like a baby every time we went cos my ma used to try to get me to go on it and i refused. When i grew a set and actually went on it i loved it.

Maths. I'm numerically dyslexic.
I'm a carpenter and joiner.
Make a conservatory Mr Seeley. shits his pants at the thought of all that maths.

did it though. Many many pants later.

Relationships(just want a normal one)
9-5 suppose more of a hate than being scared of.
I used to be scared of holyhead when i was a kid, because a smack head chased me into pizza hut where my burley dad was waiting and throttled him hahahaha

Seeley wrote:Maths. I'm numerically dyslexic.
I'm a carpenter and joiner.
Make a conservatory Mr Seeley. shits his pants at the thought of all that maths.

did it though. Many many pants later.

Relationships(just want a normal one)
9-5 suppose more of a hate than being scared of.
I used to be scared of holyhead when i was a kid, because a smack head chased me into pizza hut where my burley dad was waiting and throttled him hahahaha

you know what mate that is fucking spooky!

I cannot even add up a handful of change. Been like that all my life. I got a "U" (unclassified) for Maths 'O" level which is a negative score. That mean I basically got all of them wrong and spelt my name wrong on the paper
Although I was never scared of it after my Dad tested me and pronounced it was a 'problem' rather than me being thick.
Relationships ... don't ditto. I'll settle for a weird one.
9-5... never ever had one. Ditto
Your Holyhead story made me piss! Same thing happened to us but it was a chippy and a drunk was bothering us and I'd never seen my Dad hit anyone before.

Spooky Seeley! Spooky

we were scared of Sabre-toothed Tigers

Ye Olde Rog wrote:we were scared of Sabre-toothed Tigers

Class.

Sherrers wrote:

Seeley wrote:Maths. I'm numerically dyslexic.
I'm a carpenter and joiner.
Make a conservatory Mr Seeley. shits his pants at the thought of all that maths.

did it though. Many many pants later.

Relationships(just want a normal one)
9-5 suppose more of a hate than being scared of.
I used to be scared of holyhead when i was a kid, because a smack head chased me into pizza hut where my burley dad was waiting and throttled him hahahaha

you know what mate that is fucking spooky!

I cannot even add up a handful of change. Been like that all my life. I got a "U" (unclassified) for Maths 'O" level which is a negative score. That mean I basically got all of them wrong and spelt my name wrong on the paper
Although I was never scared of it after my Dad tested me and pronounced it was a 'problem' rather than me being thick.
Relationships ... don't ditto. I'll settle for a weird one.
9-5... never ever had one. Ditto
Your Holyhead story made me piss! Same thing happened to us but it was a chippy and a drunk was bothering us and I'd never seen my Dad hit anyone before.

Spooky Seeley! Spooky

My stupid fucking Maths teacher, after Me telling her "I'm really struggling, I just can't make sence of it for 3 years now".

Teacher - "Ive entered you into intermeadiate GCSE exam"
Me - "Are you serious?"
Teacher- "Yes Mr Seeley, you have to stop being so lazy"
Me - Ungraded. Nice one Teach.

Cunt.

scarlet pimpernel wrote:i could not read or write for a long time and bein found out is alomost imposable to describe (and spell )

scarey like you wood not beleive

can i ask mate, and you dont have to answer

how come you didnt learn to read at school?

I imagine the clue is in Richard's post above you mate

the bit in the incredible hulk (the tv series in the 80's) where he changed into the hulk (me and my cousin used to hide behind the sofa until he had finished changing)

having a bath - after having seen the film Jaws as a kid

wood lice and ear wigs and spiders - still am to this day, well not scared but wont touch them and cant be in a room with them near me without having to check for constant updates as their whereabouts

my mum's slipper if I'd been naughty, she was an excellant shot at throwing at a moving object (namely me).

roller coasters, mainly the bit where you go down a steep bit and it makes you feel like you are going to be sick

jim_kezzle wrote:the bit in the incredible hulk (the tv series in the 80's) where he changed into the hulk (me and my cousin used to hide behind the sofa until he had finished changing)

i've always wanted to know, where them purple cut off jeans come from, that the hulk wears, as dr banner was mainly in suits

Anything with more than 4 legs (still am)
Dentists (still am)
Needles (still am)
Eagle Eye Action Man (got over this one)
My mum (still am)

Cotton Wool.

The old lady who used to live next door to me who wouldnt give me ball back when i had hit her greenhouse with it for the seventh time in an hour. She was scary. I used to dread knocking on her door.

Ha ha good topic.

Things I was scared off.

Ear Wigs crawling inside my ears. Think it was a star trek film where they had a jar of these buggers which would crawl into you ear and eat you brain. Was terrified.

Hellraiser 2. The one where he starts of in the statue and rips of all the skin from that bird in the beginning. Then ends up going to that nightclub and causes some right carnage. Lots of bits in that film that scared me. Like right at the end where he pulls out a pin from his head and there is some brain attached. Can't remember if he eats it or sticks it through his hand.

Reading out loud in class. Was slightly dyslexic and found reading out load quite difficult. On one occasion I was reading out load in class and I came up on this word that I think was redish or something?! I said Radish. That was my new nickname for the next month or so. Plus I was new to the class so after that I felt embarrassed trying to make new friend.

Walking through really dark woods at night always gave me the shits. Same with really old houses. Use to clench my fists and would go through all these scenarios to what I would do if someone jumped out. Think I must watch to many horror films.

I was scared of being beaten in a fight. Or when I punch someone and it did not hurt them. Was not until a couple of years ago when traveling through Thailand. Got in a massive fight with a few Thai's. Took a supreme kicking. Remember getting one real corker of a punch in and and it had no effect. Ended up getting knocked out on edge of beach. On lookers pulled me out of the sea before calling an ambulance. Did not remember anything till the next day. Full on battered. Thinking about it now, it was not the best of country's to end up having a fight, as the Thai's are hard little bastards!

Probably have a few more up my sleeve will have to rack the brains though!!

wookie wrote:

scarlet pimpernel wrote:i could not read or write for a long time and bein found out is alomost imposable to describe (and spell )

scarey like you wood not beleive

can i ask mate, and you dont have to answer

how come you didnt learn to read at school?

I was going to pull loads of stuff on dyslexia off the net but there is bloody loads of it.

In a nutshell it was only relatively recently discovered (by post mortem, urg) that dyslexia is a physical ailment where the brain jumbles up what the eye sees. Jumble is a medical term

The eye sort of substitutes and swaps around letters in words. When we read we actually take in the first few letters and construct the rest of the word from experience. Dyslexics regularly substitute too quickly and make a close but no cigar word.

It's is curable today with exercises. I've not seen them but it has something to do with covering one eye at a time (could be wrong on that).

A lot of people, right up until the 90's, we very dyslexic but schools did not have the medical training to spot it. So if it goes untreated from an early age someone can be considered a bad learner when in fact no amount of ordinary teaching will help them.

I've also heard that people end up winging it for so long they get very good at hiding it and it's hard to spot.

There's also a bit of a current backlash that bone idle fops cry "dyslexic!" when in fact they are just lazy (just kidding) There are tests online by the boatload.

Sorry if that is a bit vague just trying to paraphrase, I'm not a real doctor.


Now you can pop your clothes back on.


and.... cough

you lot are so special school

marcia kelly when she asked me to dance at a school disco circa 1989

wookie wrote:marcia kelly when she asked me to dance at a school disco circa 1989

what's marcia doing nowadays?

wookie wrote:marcia kelly when she asked me to dance at a school disco circa 1989

Ha ha reminds me of when a certain young lady stuck her tongue down my throat when I was about 11 or 12. Looking back now I could have had some right fun with her. Unfortunately at the time she scared the hell out of me!