tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post154849698863196307..comments2023-11-03T11:32:01.540+00:00Comments on Thought Experiments : The Blog: Coulrophobia 4: The Sicilian ConnectionBryan Appleyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08276787058430388582noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-73550059663694918752007-06-21T15:25:00.000+00:002007-06-21T15:25:00.000+00:00Luckily, he got involved in an elaborate game of m...Luckily, he got involved in an elaborate game of manhunt with some friends in a nearby park. No time for lonely scientific experiments in the house.<BR/><BR/>Now he and I are off to NYC to see the much-ballyhooed (and multiply Tony awarded musical), "Spring Awakening." Of course, when I mentioned this to one of our paper's theatre critics, he said, "Your son is going to be mortified seeing this Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-71975071261804690682007-06-21T12:16:00.000+00:002007-06-21T12:16:00.000+00:00O dear, I can only apologise. Try to think of the...O dear, I can only apologise. Try to think of the bell-beat of their wings - then at least they're flying overhead, minding their own business. <BR/>I hope your son hasn't put anything interesting in the microwave in your absence...Nigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-76046770151552721152007-06-20T18:21:00.000+00:002007-06-20T18:21:00.000+00:00I dreamed last night of the black-tongued swans ra...I dreamed last night of the black-tongued swans racing up out of the lake on their evil webbed feet, wings up and flapping, necks curved like a snake about to strike. I ran and ran, but ever did I hear their pinions at my back.<BR/><BR/>It's all your fault Nige.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-90809868632585819152007-06-20T16:42:00.000+00:002007-06-20T16:42:00.000+00:00Actually, I think we figured out you were more of...Actually, I think we figured out you were more of an African elephant man.Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11708539533684206357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-20848110574070551742007-06-20T16:20:00.000+00:002007-06-20T16:20:00.000+00:00Blogcatraz perhaps? And I'm not really sure I lik...Blogcatraz perhaps? And I'm not really sure I like birds, except to look at - up close they're not so great, and handling them is slightly scary. Perhaps their beauty is heightened by the faint undertow of repulsion. Rather in the way that eggs occupy that precarious cusp between delicious and revolting - no, that was another post. So were swans, come to that - but swans get everywhere...Nigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-80754212797972492762007-06-20T15:31:00.000+00:002007-06-20T15:31:00.000+00:00I don't think that quite worked. I'll have anotehr...I don't think that quite worked. I'll have anotehr go.. the Birdman of Bloglandcatraz. No, it's shit isn't it.Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11708539533684206357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-9524242330846160832007-06-20T15:29:00.000+00:002007-06-20T15:29:00.000+00:00I thought you liked birds, Nige. The Birdman of Bl...I thought you liked birds, Nige. The Birdman of Bloglandacratz as I've heard mentioned.Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11708539533684206357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-894307817963777082007-06-20T15:20:00.000+00:002007-06-20T15:20:00.000+00:00I had one of their cinnamon doughnuts ('donuts') o...I had one of their cinnamon doughnuts ('donuts') once - the only time any McDonalds 'food' ever passed my lips. Their food is fit only for swans - or, of course, clowns. Or swans in clown makeup....Nigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-26233728736240018352007-06-20T14:51:00.000+00:002007-06-20T14:51:00.000+00:00Crap food is the stuff of nightmares. I have never...Crap food is the stuff of nightmares. I have never set foot in a McDonald's for that very reason...well very rarely and under duress.Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11708539533684206357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-23452982198114339042007-06-20T11:09:00.000+00:002007-06-20T11:09:00.000+00:00Flutes are indeed pretty scary, but the tin whistl...Flutes are indeed pretty scary, but the tin whistle is played by blowing into it rather than across one of its holes. Tinwhistlophobia might just have to do.<BR/>Swans, I need hardly remind you, are also terrifying (and have a strangely magnetic effect on passing blogsurfers)...Nigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-90516935541579955272007-06-20T10:53:00.000+00:002007-06-20T10:53:00.000+00:00Aulophobia - fear of flutes.Aulophobia - fear of flutes.Bryan Appleyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08276787058430388582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-83726123474910676252007-06-20T10:38:00.000+00:002007-06-20T10:38:00.000+00:00A tin whistle in itself can be a terrifying thing,...A tin whistle in itself can be a terrifying thing, Wolf. The race is on to find the word for tin whistle phobia...Nigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23400750.post-28541413647091164172007-06-20T09:30:00.000+00:002007-06-20T09:30:00.000+00:00Coulrophobia, so that's what it's called! I have ...Coulrophobia, so that's what it's called! I have myself been afflicted by this devastating and disabling condition my entire life - even, perhaps, longer, if it's possible. As a child I suffered from a recurring nightmare in which I was persecuted by not one but three clowns, who lay siege on the family home. One played a tin whistle, and one was armed with a ping pong gun with which he Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com