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david_carnell Wrote:

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> jumpinjackflash Wrote:

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> > Chinooks. Shudder everytime I see one on TV

> and

> > in the papers.

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> Do you say this as someone who has been in a

> Chinook and found it traumatic? Or merely as an

> observer?


No never been in one but I think it's what they represent perhaps? Although saying that, I've no fear of tanks, fighter jets etc when I see them.

LOVE this thread.


I fear people: more specifically, people's stupidity and greed.

Specially when those people are in charge of society / other groups of people.


I refuse to fear the unknown. A lovely 95 year old taught me that the unknown may save us.


I refuse to fear irrational things and try hard to overcome them.

When I realise I am fearing something, as Richard Gere said when playing whatsisname in FirstKnight (Oh I quote from the best sources!) "Your fear should push you forward", or something.


So what else do I fear? Billy Joel (LOVE him) once said in a song (or maybe he sung it!) "What if I die and nobody knew who I was". That always struck a (minor) c(h)ord. Oh God I am writing like an 80s NME journalist.


I was listening to a comedy radio show on XFM in USA last month and a male comic said "My girlfriend says, 'My biggest fear is I'll lose my looks and you'll stop finding me attractive and like, you'll find someone else. What's your biggest fear?' and I said, 'Bears'".


So: my biggest overall fear is politicians, followed by stupid people generally.

Personally, my biggest fear is failure. But I'm getting used to it!

YES! On the way into the Isle of Thanet the cabbage fields made me go ill I got fearful of having to visit my friends there!


Another memory of a stand up thing. I wish I could remember her name, this brilliant femal stand up:

I paraphrase "So there I am giving head whilst getting DP* and I suddenly thought to myself, Jeez I am turning into my mother."


Yep, I fear I shall turn in to my mother. Not a good thing.





* double penetration.

being watched the whole way down lordship lane on cctv and when randomly questioned by the jackbooted state police at goose green checkpoint i am then bundled into the back of a black maria and spend 42 days in the big house as a suspected terrorist and all because i forgot my poxy id card.

PeckhamRose Wrote:

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> So what else do I fear? Billy Joel (LOVE him)

> once said in a song (or maybe he sung it!) "What

> if I die and nobody knew who I was".


I don't think you were talking about being known, were you PeckhamRose? But anyway your post reminded me of the beautiful and grave end of Middlemarch, when Eliot considers the happy but undistinguished fate of Dorothea:-


"Her full nature...spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive; for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs."


I am amazed and impressed by the courage of those who are sharing their greatest fears with us on this thread. Thank you.

Yeah that'll do me. Lovely Middlemarch quote! Minus the tomb bit though. My last gift if they'll have it will be my own body to the London Anatomy Office Medical Students, since without the NHS many times saving my life I would not be here. London Anatomy Office. You can do it.


But back to thread: I fear they'll reject it!

I whole heartedly agree about 'him'll fix it' Ms B, there was a magician called David Nixon many years ago and he also made me shudder too.


Today it is Bill Oddy, Bruce Forsyth, Maxwell Hutchinson, and Scylla Black who makes me reach for the controller.


So my greatest fear is losing the remote control.

Wasn't there an episode with huge white maggots?


Actually I was pretty terrified when John Pertwee morphed into Tom Baker. Couldn't scare a child with that kind of thing these days.


The TV series Survivors around the same time gave me nightmares - 95% of the world's population wiped out by a virus, struggle to survive and maintain a level of humanity etc.

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