Kevin's Watch

matrixman wrote:What would you call the fear of posting something on a message board that you'll intensely regret the day after?

(I'm intimately familiar with that fear.)

I'm very familiar with that fear too!

lorin wrote:

matrixman wrote:What would you call the fear of posting something on a message board that you'll intensely regret the day after?

(I'm intimately familiar with that fear.)

Allodoxaphobia

I bet that you now regret telling him that.......

dANdeLION wrote:

lorin wrote:

matrixman wrote:What would you call the fear of posting something on a message board that you'll intensely regret the day after?

(I'm intimately familiar with that fear.)

Allodoxaphobia

I bet that you now regret telling him that.......

yes, I have developed a severe case of Catagelophobia

this thread makes me miss matrixman. Where fore art though, MM?

Good question. I miss him, too. Hope he's doing okay, wherever he is.

I'm having a severe attack of Anti-Methyphobia again today. It might be something chronic.

Yeah, I miss matrixman too.

I somehow missed this thread the first time around.

THREE words for fear of cats, and nothing for fear of moths?

What?

Moths are scary.

I'm having another journey freak out. I have 10 minutes when I arrive at York to find the platform for the train to Leeds! York is bound to be a huge station. Still, I did manage to find the train to Newark at Kings Cross in a fairly short time on my way back from Efest so perhaps I should stop worrying?

I'm sure 10 minutes is plenty, but you could always Google a picture of the station so it's not completely unfamiliar when you arrive.

I have a good sense of direction (hush you, WoW folks, it's called the scenic route), but extra information never hurts.

York's not that big, really. There are 11 platforms, IIRC (most being a long platform split into two numbers, so not many), but they're all just alongside each other with a central walkway going over them all. Leeds is bigger, I think.

Sorus wrote:I'm sure 10 minutes is plenty, but you could always Google a picture of the station so it's not completely unfamiliar when you arrive.

I have a good sense of direction (hush you, WoW folks, it's called the scenic route), but extra information never hurts.

My sense of direction is non-existent Sorus. I am heartened by Murrin's post though - thanks Murrin. Perhaps it won't be so bad after all. And I have 30 minutes at Leeds to find the platform for the train to Morley.

I'm going to a day seminar on using medieval records on Saturday but staying over the night before in a travelodge with several others. Dinner in a nearby pub, good conversation. That will compensate for the hassle of getting there.

I'm Murrin wrote:York's not that big, really.

Is there still that Indian restaurant (rather layrinthine inside) just outside the ancient city walls?

No idea. Last time I went to York I was pregnant with my son - 40 years ago now. Oh, wait, I've been going to the York FH fair at the racecourse for umpteen years. Never got into the city though. I think Murrin meant that York railway station wasn't that big.

I walked from one end of York to the other, once, to colelct a package. The city's not that big, either (but walking from one end to the other will still kill your feet).

Haven't really eaten out there, Vader, even though I lived there for three years, so I don't know the place you're talknig about.

I'm pretty sure it was the "The Tandoori Night". (21-23 Bootham, York, North Yorkshire YO30 7BW)

At least google street view shows the old city gates close to it.

But it's been 1997, so a lot of things might have changed.

How was your trip, Iolanthe?

Good thanks Sorus. I didn't get the connection from York to Leeds due to two trains going there at about the same time - very confusing. By the time I realised that the train I had a seat booked on was not the one I was waiting for it was too late, but I got the other train and stood for half an hour. The problem came at Morley, a very small station in a deep valley. Nothing there, no taxis. Had to climb a lot of steps to get up to street level, not stairs, but broad stone steps, then walk uphill to get to houses, then up another street to get to the town centre, which was shut (by then it was 5.45). No taxis in sight, so I walked to the travelodge which took me about 45 minutes and got there just in time for dinner. Had a good dinner with lots of friends, good sleep then a rather hairy journey to the seminar venue with an American couple (he went over two kerbs and didn't negotiate the roundabout very well). The seminar was excellent, and I was back in Lincoln by 6.30 Saturday night. I've never done so much gadding about on my own as I have this year!

Sounds like an adventure.

In regards to my earlier query, 'Mottephobia' is fear of moths.

I like 'Mothraphobia' better.

Oh dear.. I had a group of friends I would watch "Aqua Teen Hunger Force" with, so I instantly think "Moth-Monster-Man....Noooo!"

Sadly, I fear this is not very hilarious to people who haven't seen "ATHF"/that episode.

I will admit that I have never seen that show. I will also admit that mothraphobia is rather irrational. Moths might stab you in the eye to drink your tears, but they rarely kill people. Unless they do. Can anyone say that any unsolved murders weren't committed by moths?

It's past my bedtime.