Don't pretend it couldn't happen.
Did you pick up all these neuroses during your stint in Stamford Hill?
How's the IBS?
Don't pretend it couldn't happen.
with bean juice by saying 'No beans' when ordering.
I never had these problems when I travelled with business to Bradford and Clydebank.
ground. That's why you don't get fear of heights when in an aeroplane. Many pilots are acrophobic, in fact. Ski lifts never bothered me, either. Cable cars did, but more because you're in a rickety f**king box hundreds of feet above the ground and only suspended by a f**king wire. And some utterly despicable c**t who deserves a painful death usually thinks it's funny to start rocking the f**king thing. Scum.
Does he show them pictures of said animals while drilling their teeth without anaesthetic?
Their lifts are *******s
Regular as clockwork, my movements are.
Though this might be another neuroses.
I must be the world's most neurotic gentile, I'm almost an honoroary hewbrew.
I had to climb up a rope and plastic gangway to get on board the world's largest container ship in Felixstowe last January. Terrifying. The only way I managed was by staring fixedly at the arse of my female colleague who was going up ahead of me. In my relief at getting up there safely (the ship, not her arse), I started babbling something of that nature to her and tried to reassure her I wasn't being a pervert. This, of course, just made me sound more like a pervert.![]()