Tabou Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 I would say that mine was when my house burnt down. Whilst I was still in it. Anyone else want to share? We can turn this into a counselling session or something (Before it gets turned into a big gay sausage fest)
Bellend Sebastian Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 I was pretty scared before the THREE best man speeches I had to do, although it's hardly being in mortal danger, is it? I'm not doing any more
Asha Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 Public speaking of any kind. Presentations in front of my class in like year 10/11 scared the shit out of me.
hairy Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 I dont like heights. It makes my arsehole quiver. So when the wife decided I should climb the Barcelona cathedral spire I wasnot impressed. Half way up I froze. Fortunately my ring kept it together :thumbsup:
Tabou Posted 22 October 2008 Author Posted 22 October 2008 Public speaking of any kind. Presentations in front of my class in like year 10/11 scared the shit out of me. I love public speaking, but I used to dread it. It is definantley something that you become more comfortable with the older you get (I know, a bit rich, being 20...) I also had a knife pulled on me once, at a cash point. That was a scary moment.
JakeShingler Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 I dont like heights. It makes my arsehole quiver. So when the wife decided I should climb the Barcelona cathedral spire I wasnot impressed. Half way up I froze. Fortunately my ring kept it together :thumbsup: A gay sausage fest allready
Raj Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 Tower of Terror,Florida,US and A Think i shit myself.
Raj Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 When I met you. So you should be!!! So you should be!!! Oh you meant that Tabou Geezer...I'll let you off!!!
Trav Le Bleu Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 Back in 'Nam man! The gooks were all around us, but then so was the jungle, a primeval, twisted sanctuary which was home to charlie, but living hell to me and the boys (and Fredricka - it's a long story). They were there. There was no sight of them and there was no sound, which was how we knew. A jungle teams with life from root to arboreal canopy. The boom of the bittern, the cry of the badger and the braying of asses, mingled with the never ceasing, drip, drip, drip from above. It could have been water; it could have been blood; but no one looked up anymore. We kept our heads down and even so the inceasant crawl of foreign fauna seeped into our senses. The ground moved in a hazy blur as countless legions of arthropods and myriapods went about their existence, unaware of the hell enacted above them. Now it was still and silent. Which only meant chuck was out there - ready for us. We had been trapped, cut off. Toby was weeping uncontrolably since Danny H had been shorn asunder by a lucky RAP; Jim was bleeding profusely from the lower neck and the Lord knows how Doc was keeping him alive, but it meant his constant attention on the wounded man - had I been a harder man back then, the man I am now, heck, I'd have let Jim die and maybe Doc would have lived to see this day. Poor Doc, no one deserves to go how he did - jabbering in agony, spitting blood and spewtum, sitting in your own effluence, which has just spilled from your gut as you try hopelessly to hold it in with hands slick with your own bodily fluids. And then there was Fredricka. Well, Fredricka was just being Fredricka and that was all. Then there was noise. They came from every direction and hot lead ripped through leaves and twigs. Thucka, thucka, thucka - the shrill song of Avtomat Kalishnikova, a deadly mistress. Toby was lucky, straight through the eye cavity, his brain ended up as food for the seething biological carpet. I often wonder if there are termites out there who have a little part of Toby's cinereal matter in them and are therefore blessed. Fredricka charged the enemy, but with the foe in all directions and seemingly not there at all, it was a futile gesture. To this day, I can't be sure what happened save the last I saw was Fredricka shinning up a Banyan tree persued by a jaguar, two lemurs, a clone of Audie Murphy and a battalion of vampire bats. Seconds later came the chilling sound that could only be a deathnote. Cold - alone - empty. You know what happened to Doc. The first few rounds of AK-47 fire tore him apart in less than a second, but his death was slow. Ironically, the man whose life he had been saving only moments earlier, poor Jim, died even slower. Though pressure was no longer applied to stem his own blood flow as Doc withdrew his hands to attend to his own pressing needs (sic), I swear Jim choked slowly (and noisely, it has to be said) on Doc's spleen, which had been ripped from his intestines to land in the luckless Jim's mouth, gaping in agony as it was. The sharp intake of breath in his sudden surprise was surely the fatal fulcrum point in this brief tragedy. What did I do? How did I survive to tell this sorry tale? I decided, in a bout of cowardice that haunts me to this day, to hug the carpet. Yes, that writhing, skittering, crawling, wriggling mass of invertibrates. It entered my clothing, writhed into every body cavity and I would have choked on their stench in my nasal cavities if fear had not stopped me from breathing. For five minutes they were on me, around me and in me. I was part of the jungle, the jungle was a part of me. I guess that was how charlie missed me. I was saved by a passing scaly anteater (some zoo dude told me once it's called a pangolin and that I was exceptionally lucky as they are not native to the Vietnamese jungle and that it must have escaped form the zoo of some private collector), it's sticky prehensile tongue eventually worming it's way into both nostrils. I've never had a french kiss better! I would have huged the lil critter, but he sure looked strange and I couldn't be sure he wasn't poisonous and so I ran and I ran until I head the beating of a Huey nearby and so I let off my last smokey. Boy was I relieved to see those friendly faces! And that was the most scared I've ever been!
Bellend Sebastian Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 I think being in a passenger in a car that's being driven very badly is pretty scary. I got into a mate's car once without realising he was drunk, and that was bloody awful. We were young and stupid, and I'd probably been in many cars where the driver was under the influence, but on previous occasions I'd been too pissed to notice. When you're sober and the driver's drunk it's absolutely bastard terrifying. Don't drink and drive, kids
Raj Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 I think being in a passenger in a car that's being driven very badly is pretty scary.I got into a mate's car once without realising he was drunk, and that was bloody awful. We were young and stupid, and I'd probably been in many cars where the driver was under the influence, but on previous occasions I'd been too pissed to notice. When you're sober and the driver's drunk it's absolutely bastard terrifying. Don't drink and drive, kids Thats actually true that Mr Bellend. especially as you have no influence on that driver. If you tell them to calm down they will more likely get more excited.
Simi Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 Probably when I got mugged on Lee's Circle. About 15 vs 3. Not pleasant.
Tabou Posted 22 October 2008 Author Posted 22 October 2008 When I met you. You were right to be scared AndyPandy. I would have bum loved you into next week given the chance*. * The above is not 100% true.
Trav Le Bleu Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 finding out tha Raj can procreate What? Shag PS, this is not an offer
Floating Fox Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 * The above is not 100% true. What about Ramp/Ben (The one who you thought was gay?)
Tabou Posted 22 October 2008 Author Posted 22 October 2008 What about Ramp/Ben (The one who you thought was gay?) Oh Yeahhh! Yeh but to be fair, he was well gay. I was trying to hook him up with the infamous "Cashpoint Girls". However they chose to bugger off instead. Slags.
Tommeh Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 Forest away last season was pretty scary, police just let the dogs loose whilst about 30 were scrapping and we legged it into a chippy full of forest fans. Being stuck in a lift and a fire alarm going off shits you up too.
Lovejoy Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 Forest away last season was pretty scary, police just let the dogs loose whilst about 30 were scrapping and we legged it into a chippy full of forest fans.Being stuck in a lift and a fire alarm going off shits you up too. I believe I may have legged it into that chippy as well . When I was on holiday there were sharks spotted in the area, that was a touch worrying. Especially as I heard whilst IN the sea.
davieG Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 When I went potholing and abseiling one weekend as part of a management toughening up exercise. Not sure it made me a better manager but I learnt how to not to shit my pants.
Tabou Posted 22 October 2008 Author Posted 22 October 2008 I believe I may have legged it into that chippy as well .When I was on holiday there were sharks spotted in the area, that was a touch worrying. Especially as I heard whilst IN the sea. Surfing/windsurfing are massive hobbies of mine, more so that football. Whilst is Famara Bay about 3 years ago, there was an almost perfectly glassy afternoons surfing to be had. I wondered why nobody was out, but thought to myself "Oh well, more waves for me". Onwards I trotted to the sea, paddled out, and had what could be described as a bloody good session. About, 3pm, it got a bit choppy and windy, so I decided to shelve my board and go windsurfing instead. Whilst walking back up teh beach, I received a round of applause from the locals. I was perplexed. What I hadn't realised that it was Hammerhead shark breeding season, with Famara bay being the choice location of said breeding!!! In broken English, somebody managed to tell me that the local "Shark Expert/Marine Biologist" who was studying the sharks had numbered 80 odd sharks in the small bay. I didn't go in the water again for 3 days.
kyleolly Posted 22 October 2008 Posted 22 October 2008 At work i was having a look round an abbandonned borded up house in the middle of no where when i stumbled across a brand new suspension bike i thought it would look quite good in the back of my van so i was walking of with it when one of the boards were a door should be flew off and a foreign tramp like figure ran out shouting and screaming with a knife i quickly dropped the bike and legged it to my van which was only round the corner but it felt like a lifetime running from this mad tramp but i made it
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