Itâs not the Dentist i donât likebut the visit and I am due to next week on Thursday.The daft thing is I see the hygienist first for about 15 minutes or more then a two minute look by the actual Dentist.I absolutely hate the London Underground. I used to get on it every day without batting an eye lid. Now any metro system that goes down those deep escalators terrifies me.
Same with planes - used to love flying, now I absolutely dread it. Itâs not even the thought of crashing which I know is a common fear - I just donât want to be up high.
Tall buildings - particularly modern ones with loads of glass. I recently turned down a job in Dubai just because the Burj Khalifa is there. You couldnât pay me enough money to go up that glass death spike.
I donât like the dentist.
I've played AirSoft a fair bit, and can confirm that those really f***ing hurt, for the other two, learn to cook, and I have nothing better to do.- Vegans
- Snipers
- Princess Anne
Also anything which incorporates the word âmoistâ in its description - including the above.
Tall buildings? Well you wonât like this story then. Turn away now.I absolutely hate the London Underground. I used to get on it every day without batting an eye lid. Now any metro system that goes down those deep escalators terrifies me.
Same with planes - used to love flying, now I absolutely dread it. Itâs not even the thought of crashing which I know is a common fear - I just donât want to be up high.
Tall buildings - particularly modern ones with loads of glass. I recently turned down a job in Dubai just because the Burj Khalifa is there. You couldnât pay me enough money to go up that glass death spike.
I donât like the dentist.
Oh dear⌠so what happened?Tall buildings? Well you wonât like this story then. Turn away now.
I had a workmate who married into a wealthy Brazilian family. He was at a social event in a skyscraper god knows how many floors up when he decided to stand inches away from the ceiling to floor window and admire the view. Literally inches.
It was only when he reached out to touch the glass that he realised it wasnât a window at all. It was a sliding door. Which was wide open. No balcony. No warning signs. Just a drop that went down hundreds of feet.
He said âoooohâ.Oh dear⌠so what happened?
Thank you !!!Possibly the most harmonious and convivial thread I`ve ever seen on here.
Well done for instigating it, Lala!
We should try this more often...
Lovely place, hope she has a good time, that said I ended up staying next to the biggest knocking-shop in the city, so hopefully not that good a time (I didn't visit).
It comes down to confidence, once you lose it, you lose it, and if you do, it's a very long way back.