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We have just been discussing this in Casa Danafish (well, I was), and I announced that my worst nightmare would be a combination of my phobias...

Being sexually molested by an ostrich with cotton wool in my mouth and a pork pie on my forehead with the jelly bits dripping onto my face.

So, what would you worst nightmare be?...

My worst nightmare would be having to lick the pork pie jelly off your face !!

A knock at the front door

I open it

"Hello Mikky T and Poppet, what are you doing here?"

"We've come to stay, indefinitely....."

One of the worst nightmares I have ever had was about an Ostrich. I was only 6 when I had the dream but it still upsets me now, I've had a major phobia about them ever since. How weird that you have a thing about them too, I wouldn't of thought it was that common!

being burned alive...,

Watching...

watching him watch before taking Tighty and his new housemates to the Tate Modern for a spot of art gawping

Not the giraffe?

HMP Tighty?

I'm sure i've seen that film......


After a rather hot curry I once dreamt my best mate was....er.....giving me one.

*speechless*

I think being in a real life 'snakes on a plane' situation would be one of my worst nightmares.

Jocky Bauer insisting that I violate my journalistic ethics.

my worst nightmare is actually true .
                                           when i was 18 i used to work in the steel works with 13  members of my family ,
when friday came i used to take my mod suit to work with me ,so when i had finished my work which was usually about 1 hour after i had clocked in ,i whould get a shower and get suited up, and then climb over the wall leaving my father to clock me out next morning ,off i would go to the nightclub crazydaisey it was called .any way once in the club anything goes .i was in love with a beuatifull girl called judy .i was 18 and was on 180 pounds a week ,which is equivelent to about 800 in todays money ,so money was no object .
                                                             any way got talking to judy this perticular night ,i was in my elliments thoughts were going through my mind which i cannot print .the only problem with working in the steel works is the dust it gives you a lot of dark flem ,i had a horrible cough ,whilst i was talking to her i coughed and the flem landed on her face .that was the last time i ever saw judy , i  was gutted ,the thing is i sat with her drink for 20 minutes waiting for her to come back .

I was once on a date, where the lady disappeared for 35 minutes, and she actually came back!!

Turns out she'd been counselling someone in the lavvies. Probably a saint and and stuff, but I didn't bother trying to get in her pants. There's an unwritten 20 minute line you just don't cross ffs.

I used to go to the Crazy Daisey back then too Barry, but I didn't have much money.

One day I went into a clothes shop called Sexy Rexy's (remember that?) They had black suede suits on sale for £5, I bought one and wore it that night to the Crazy Daisey, when I got inside, every fooker was wearing one. I felt such a prat!

I once met a guy in Woburn on a blind date. I had arranged (being safety concious) that my friend should ring me to make sure everything was ok. Trouble is, that in Woburn there wasn't any mobile phone signal.
The date wasn't ok but I was finding it difficult to leave because the door of the pub was the wrong way for me just to disappear.

Desperately trying to get a signal I was stood on the loo seat in the ladies with my phone out the window, unfortunately the window opened out into the beer garden and some men thought it would be funny to start pulling me out of the loo window.  I resisted being pulled out completely (stupidy in hindsight) and reappeared for the rest of the date looking as if I had been pulled through a bush backwards - which in reality is what had happened.
Needless to say he found me very amusing and attractive and still rings me to this day.

One part of this story is untrue........

I once pulled the most stunning bird you have ever seen in the Crazy Daisey. waist length black hair, enormous brown eyes, and a figure that a Trappist monk would remark on.

She was 23, her name was Concepta and she came from Ireland. I told her I was 22, (I was only 16) Some bastard grassed me up and she dumped me. Sigh....

red what a club that was ,thats where i met anne my wife of 23 years .
 
any thing went in there lol

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I used to strut my stuff on that tiny dance floor... I can still do the bump and the footsie  

phil oakey out of the human league  once came in, all the birds where cooing round him ,he had the wedge head if you remember ,so i cut it of ,they screamed at me i thought i was going to get linched .after that he had short back and sides .
           the only thing what did my head in was men putting make up on in the mens ,thinking they was gary numan ,
they hated it when i walked in the toilet.

Come to think of it Barry, one night I got a bit cheeky and a big bloke with a blonde barnet sparked me.

you don't remember lamping a skinny kid with a moustache do you?

cant have been me red i had skinhead .
whould definatley admit to it lol