IRRATIONAL PHOBIAS 101

The speaker welcomes the audience back to their show, expressing how much they missed it. They apologize for missing a week due to a busy work schedule. They talk about their job and how they love it but dislike certain aspects. They mention feeling unmotivated and not taking walks due to bad weather. They talk about a recent event they attended with their friends and how much fun they had. They also mention a friend giving birth and their plans to visit them. They explain why they didn't record last week and express their desire to enjoy the content they produce. Oh guys, guys, guys, guys. Welcome back. It has been nothing shy of a hot minute. Welcome back to Nailed It. I hope we're all doing well. I have missed you all. I have missed doing this, oh my lord. Tonight was a humbling experience, setting all my equipment up. I've got into such a good routine with it that then I just completely forgot what it consisted of. So my living room, it's a good job you can only see this section of the living room because we're in dire straits right now, but it's fine. The cellar is out. When it comes on it'll be clean. You'll never know. Guys, welcome back. How are we? How have you been? Oh, I just feel better. The minute I pressed record and I sat here and put this goddamned microphone in my hand, I felt better just for doing it. Honestly, it feels like so long since I actually recorded as well. I've only missed one week. I think I missed a week before that as well, but yeah. Apologies for missing a week. It's been a hard couple of weeks really. I don't know why I'm sitting down like I'm about to do a tell-all interview. It's really not that deep. Nobody dead. We all good. We already suffered those consequences. Although I am dressed for my own funeral. Comfort is king. Do you know what I mean? Yeah. No, it's just been a really heavy couple of weeks. Obviously, I work full-time and I've just been ... We're having a really busy month. I know it's like, oh, woe is me. Woe is not me. Some people don't even have jobs. I get it, but this is a time in my life where I could really do with some of that mummy-daddy money type of thing. I'd welcome that. Sugar daddies worldwide, hit me up. I don't want to work anymore. I mean, who does in the grand scheme of things? You know what? I actually love my job. I found a video that I took back of Billy and Mervy today that was like, he's the perfect example of someone who loves the job but hates everything that goes with it. He hates public appearances and red carpets and stuff like that. It was like, this is like me. I love my job, but I hate meetings and I hate actually doing work. I'm like, literally love my job. Would like to say I'm really good at it, but actually waking up, I found waking up really hard. Do you know what I mean? You can't lift the head off the pillow. We're getting to the light of morning now. I can feel them creeping in, so I'm hoping we're going to have some lighter times ahead. I've noticed as well that my motivation's really been off, don't get me wrong, up until maybe the last two weeks, the weather most days has been ass. It's actually sucked dick for free. So I've not been like getting into my walk and I'm noticing a little bit of a pouch falling, do you know what I mean? Over the head, over it. I know all women have got one, but still. So yeah, I've just not been feeling sort of peachy, keen, jelly bean, but we're rocked on. It's a new day, it's a new week. We're going live again. So yeah, I hope everyone's been well. I'm trying to think what's happened since the last time I saw you all. I've still not done my head on the other try on, but it's coming. It's also a day in the life coming of today. I'm trying to think what else has happened. Basically, I've just been working like a dog. A fair paid dog, but a dog nonetheless. I've been working late hours, been doing a lot of dance. I've actually had some really big things happen at work, which have been really good for me. New things in my career, I presented in front of more people than I ever have done before, which was really exciting. Nerve wracking, you know. Confidently anxious, don't forget. Go back and watch. But yeah, that was really fun. I'm trying to think what else I have done in the time I've not spoken to you all, but basically it's just consisted of working a lot of miles, been doing a lot of travelling, Sheffield, Birmingham, Leeds, either and everywhere, but all in the name of some juicy orders and saving lives. So yeah, I had a really well-needed chilled weekend. Oh my god, I'll tell you what I did do this weekend, right. So Friday, me and the girlies went to Apres Ski. So no, we didn't actually go skiing, but basically Ruby Barn, which is an event place near Rhodes. People get married there and things like that. And they have events. So like around this time of year, they do what they call Apres Ski. They do Halloween, they do like October 1st, Christmas, New Year, etc. And basically you buy a ticket, get you some scrum and through the door and basically guarantee you a good night. There's a cracking, there's always good music on because it's like an events company that my brother works for. Plug intended. Phenomenal. Although he wasn't on, which is a big L, but yeah, great. Great company. So we went there and it was basically all the girls, oh my god, all the girls bar one. My soulmate. You know, it's almost too good to be true that you're all going to be free on the same day. Twas just that. We had one member missing of the family, but it's all right. We still went, we had a good time. We FaceTimed her, we sent Snapchat. I'm going to post one this week. She was very much there in spirit. You'll be able to see the chaos. We had a great night. We all got dressed up in ski gear or basically gym gear, which was phenomenal. My idea of heaven, going out with no heels on, effectively in gym gear, albeit I bought a ski suit off Vinted. Did I look more like a Power Ranger? Yeah, I did. I looked, I compared myself to Outcast in Hey Ya. Again, I'll do the side by side comparison in this week's photo dump. You'll get to see it. So yeah, so we all got dolled up, headbands on, fluffy hand warmers, you name it. Converse and leg warmers at the ready. Trotted off to Riddy Barn. I mean, £42 a ticket, a little bit steep, but all in the name of a cracking night, guaranteed. Got there and it was just vibes. The music popped off. We had a live band. We had the full shebangs, literally dancing all night in trainers. It literally had, I put it on my Instagram, the energy of the year six disco with the dance moves of RuPaul's Drag Race. You know the dance off. It was phenomenal. Me and Nicole, especially, who was on Astrology 101, if you haven't watched, what are you doing? Get your ass over and watch it because if I do say so myself, it was phenomenal. Probably my favourite episode I've ever done. We were whapping all night. It was just, it was giving. It was serving. See you next Tuesday. Why? The ones that get it, get it. But yeah, that was phenomenal. Paid the price for it on Saturday morning. Oh my God. Woke up on Saturday morning. So, one of my best friends, Katie, I was going to say, has been pregnant for nine months. Obviously, that's the duration that you're pregnant. She told us last July, so there's like three of us in our little trio. She's my friend who lives in Newcastle. Told us last July, was it July or August? I think it was August, she ended up telling us that she was pregnant and we were going to be welcoming a new little gang member into our trio. And she was due on Valentine's Day, so obviously her own Valentine's and her birthday's the day after Valentine's as well. So, around that time, we were all on the edge of our seats like, come on, when's it going to be? And yeah, I woke up on Saturday morning. So, she ended up, she was like 10 days late, so we knew she was going to get like booked in and given a date. Woke up on Saturday morning and I seen like, Katie tried to call you from a group video. I was like, oh, it's happening. I was like, get the hot towels, get me in the car. Yes, I'm over the limit. I'm going to Newcastle. And yeah, called straight back. We all jumped on a call and she was just led there with, what is that? No, my little nephew. Yes, he's my nephew. No, we're not blood related. Move on. Rory. Rory Bow. Obsessed. He's stunning. So, this weekend, I've booked Friday off. Thank God. I deserve it. I'm going to clean my whole house. I'm going to go straight up to Newcastle and see the little diamond. Can't wait. Can't wait to spend some quality time with them. It's going to be vibes. So, yeah. So, I made the decision last week not to record because I was feeling a little bit down in the dumps. I think I put a story on my Instagram as well that I was due on. I feel like I'm always due on. One of my friends said that to me the other day. She's like, you're always due on. And I was like, that's very true. It does leave my mouth quite often. I have like one good week a month. Do you know what I mean? I have, I think it's the week after I've been on. Is it my spring cycle or my summer cycle? It's got to be my spring. I'm on my shit. I'm skinny. I'm clear skinned. I'm vibing. I'm fresh. Energised. You give in. Do you know what I mean? My spring and summer cycle, don't at me. Autumn and winter, also don't at me but for very, very different reasons. But, yeah. Yeah, last week I was just, the topic we're covering this week is so fun. Like, it's literally just a funny topic. It's such a laugh. I've had so many, literally the most responses I've ever had. They've been hilarious. I've got a list as long as my arm for us to get into which I'm so excited about. And I wanted to be on top form. I didn't want to be sat here forcing myself to record because at the end of the day, as much as I'd like to be a multi-millionaire podcast sensation, I'm not. I'm doing this for crack and for the fun, you know. TBC, you never know. Watch this space. Exciting things to come. I'm just saying. Anyway, but I just wanted it to be good crack. I wanted to have a laugh of it. I wanted to enjoy the content I was recording. And last week wasn't that. Like, I was forcing myself to go to work, let alone forcing myself to sit here and do all this. So, yeah, I just wanted to be on my A game. And I think as well, last week, like, you know when you're surrounded by other people who are also like a bit niggly and not feeling great. Like, you all just get on top of each other. You get inside your heads and things like that. It just, it wasn't my week last week. Do you know what I mean? But this week is stunning. It's much better. And I've had a weekend to recover. I spent quality time with my niece, my family. I've had more sleep than I've had in ages. I tell you what I do on Saturday night though. Oh my God, to round this off. Do you ever do that, right? I'm not funny with chicken. Some of my friends are dead funny with chicken, right? And it has to be like singed to be cooked. I'm quite good with it. Like, obviously I don't eat fucking raw chicken, which also, side note, why can you essentially eat some meat raw, but some you can't. I know why. Salmonella, obviously. But like, why do all meats not give you that? Why is it you can cook a steak on both sides, literally for about 10 seconds and scram it and you'll be sand? Or you can eat salmon raw, but you can't eat chicken that's a little bit pink. Isn't it mad that, let that sink in. Eight one, let that sink in. Anthony Traces, if you don't know, you get to know. My God, what a season, season two of the Traitors was, by the way, can we just factor that one in? I feel like of all the things I've talked about on this goddamn podcast, I haven't talked about that when it was on. Oh, it had me literally by the short and curly. It was phenomenal. Harry, what a legend. Anyway, we're digressing. So on Saturday, I had a chilled evening when I eventually got home. Fella was running a half marathon on Sunday, which was cute. Good vibes. I had the pleasure of getting up at 6 a.m. and driving to Croxtus, which I'm told is not the safest place on earth, but it's fine. I survived. So we did that. Right, it's getting early night, let's have pasta for tea. I'm like, pasta for tea, card lord, love that babe, let's do it. Had a chicken pasta. He had bacon and a chicken. And my chicken was cooked. I checked that shit, right? Inside, yeah? All cut up in small pieces. It was cooked. I know it was cooked. But I was sat eating it, and you know when you just bite into that one piece, and it don't taste like your normal piece. And it was a bit like, I was like, instantly I was in my head. I was like, no, no, no, no, no, no. Let's not do this. So I was like, nah, it'd be right. Carried on eating. Happened again, how I like, right? Mm. Anyway, cracked on. Straight away I felt sick. I'm not a sick girlie. Yeah, we all remember Christmas Day. Yes, I bombed. Blah, blah, blah. Got a bit giddy. It wasn't because of my food. My food was excellent. And I'm a pretty good cook, so I was like, sort of feel great. Fella was like, ah, you'll be right. I was like, yeah. He was like, I bet you're just tired from last night. I was like, good point. I've not had a lot of sleep, and I was busting some moves. I'm going to go to bed. Alone. Went up to bed. Not a me thing. Went up to bed. I was like, mm. Mm. Felt like I were on the waltzes. I was like, and I'm not still pissed. I was like, come on. Let's see what's going on here. Just tried to make myself sick. Nothing. I was knackered. I fell asleep on couch. Like my dad. Circa 2018. I used to come home every weekend, and my dad would have had literally two pints and be like, on couch. Same routine. Dad, bed. And I go, ah, yeah, that works. Anyway. Digressing. That was my life. Felt asleep on couch. I go to bed. Went to bed. Feeling sick. Couldn't be sick. Couldn't be sick, really. Now, you know, I don't charge my phone near my bed anymore. I've wisened up, darling, because I'm a skank for TikTok. I'm just being on my phone when I shouldn't be. So don't do that anymore. So phone was in charge. In charge? On charge. Next door. I just led there in bed. He come up to bed. He's like, you all right? I was like, no. You been sick? No. He's like, have some paracetamol. I have strong belief on paracetamol. I don't really believe in it. I think it's a placebo. Has it helped me before? Absolutely. I'm just in denial, but let's leave that one there. So I didn't have any paracetamol. I was like, what's paracetamol going to do if I feel sick? He was like, I don't know. He texts it like it's bloody coffees. I text it when I'm dagging. You know what I mean? Because we're strong women. But yeah. So didn't have anything. Ended up laying awake, convinced that I had salmonella. Unable to Google it, which was probably a good thing, until literally one in the morning. It got to about, I went up to bed, yeah, probably about nine o'clock. By the time I finished dicking around, skincare, brush my teeth, blah, blah, blah, got in bed, bonnet on, it was, yeah, probably half nine. I led there until midnight. No, about quarter to midnight before I thought, fuck this. I'm bored shitless and I'm going nowhere fast. So I reached over in, grabbed the iPad and I put Netflix on and I finished one day. One day, man. What I didn't know is that they've already made a film out of it and it's a book. So I really want to read the book now, even though I know what happens, but oh my God. I've got up to episode, 14 episodes, I've got up to episode 11. So I've had three episodes to go. My friend texted me, she was like, when are you going to finish it? I was like, tomorrow. Oh no, sister. Technically it was tomorrow. It was in the early hours of the morn. Smashed it all out. Let me tell you. And she come in in Paris and there is no spoilers here and said that she had tonsillitis. That is actually a spoiler. Scroll on, scroll on. I don't know, I've got the hiccups. It honestly, I internally screamed because your mom were asleep next to me. By the way, I'm on the hot water. It is what time of evening? It's quarter past seven. So there's no caffeine for me. I'm trying to be better. Trying. Probably won't last. Yeah. As soon as that happened, I knew. And then episode 13. Again, as soon as I saw, when I read the bullet, you know, you read the little episode descriptions. I was like, oh, you know, we'll get back together. Then some of it will happen. His ex will come back and he'll be like, oh, I want to be a dad. I want to be a stand up dad. So then when episode 13 happened and played out, oh my God, I sobbed. I have my retinol on, cried it all off. I have to go again. Oh, our own bits. What a program. It was gorgeous. Absolutely loved it. Dex and M forever. Love. Anyway, guys, enough of that. Shall we get into this week's episode or what should have been last week's episode, which is. What is it? Irrational phobias. I nearly said unpopular opinions, but that is next week's episode with Miss Pip Halliwell. I can't wait. Another duo episode. Pip is the queen of Bolton. She is hilarious. And I just I love the way she put things across. In my opinion, she can she can be a little bit controversial. I like the way she's direct with things. So we're doing an unpopular opinions episode. I think you're going to play all the content. But today is all about irrational phobias. Okey dokey. This one actually originated from an email from someone I don't know. Literally made made made my day. And she said, Hey, lovely. I listened to your pod recently and love it. Can I request a topic for you to discuss? I think I saw it. And within seconds, I went back like a keen first date. She came back to me two days later. Foreplay. I know. Microsoft Outlook foreplay. Go on, love. Anyway, she said, I was wondering if you would discuss irrational phobias. In particular, I would like to know if I'm alone in mine. It's belly buttons. I can't find anyone touching my belly button. I can barely go near it myself. But I recently saw some articles about cleaning your belly button and wondered, do people actually do this specifically clean inside their belly button? Gives me the heebie jeebies. Another thing about them which bothers me is outies. Find them unbearable to look at. I'm glad I haven't any. I know you said anything, but I know belly buttons is very random. So it's totally okay if you don't want to discuss. Well, Queenie, I want to discuss it. Belly buttons. You know what? I can see why they're not an appealing topic. I won't say I'm scared of it or like it's a phobia, but whenever my fella puts his finger in mine, I've gotten in it. It knocks me sick. It's like a weird, it's not like being tickled. It's like a different feeling. It's not nice. Don't rate it. So I'm with you on that one. In terms of cleaning it, yeah, clean it. I don't get fluff in it though. I feel like belly button fluff is something that men get. Can we have some audience feedback on that, guys? Men and women alike, do you get belly button fluff? Because mine is quite deep. Mine is like a black hole. Hang on. I've just had my tea, so I'm a bit bloated. Right. I'm not showing you my belly button actually, because I'm not shaved. Yes, I'm hairy. Get over it. But I never get belly button fluff and I wear a lot of like fleece line things. Never get it. I'll tell you what I do get though. A dark fake tamarind. I have to really scrub out and whenever I'm scrubbing it and cleaning it, it knocks me sick because it's like, oh, it's a deep hole. All right, let's get over it. I think I may have posted it on my grid already, or if not, I'll do it again. If not, I'll do it again. If not, I will do it. See what I mean? It's Monday night, it's late. We were at our first dance competition of the season and one of the girls' boyfriends was a photographer and he came on and took some fantastic pictures of us and the ones of me are all horrendously unflattering. I pull a lot of facials. We get marks on it. I'm just not appealing when I do it. I never said I was. The facials, nevertheless. And my belly button was on display because I was giving it beans. Yeah, it was literally like a black hole. It was the bottom of the barrel. It was the pit, the snake pit. So yeah, I'm glad I haven't any. If I had an outing, I wouldn't be about it. I did actually always want the belly button pierced and I'm so glad I chickened out of it because I'm scared. I'm scared of things like that. But yeah, because of this lovely, lovely lady, we've now got a full topic all about irrational phobias, starting with the belly button. So I need some interaction. I need to know, is anyone else scared of the belly button? Like I said, not scared of mine. However, it's not cute. It's not a favourite part of myself. I'd much rather look at my own feet than the inside of my belly button, to be fair. But yeah, I do clean it and it's okay. I still think even though it's an innie, we should get it cleaned. Okay guys, so we are about to get into the full list and I'm obsessed. Oh, there's so much on here. There's so much to unpack. Right, number one, bananas. Don't at me. I actually dance with someone who's terrified of bananas to the point where if you crack one in front of her, she will leave the room. I love a banana. For a very long time, I denied my enjoyment of a banana, but it's got to be right. I love banana milkshake. I like banana flavoured things and the smell. But for ages, I didn't like actual bananas and I can't remember when I got into them. But I did, now I enjoy them. But they've got to be right. I feel like if you eat a banana that's not the right texture and softness and like ripeness, it is fucking rank. So yeah, bananas, irrational phobia. By the way, guys, these are all from you. So thank you for that. Belly buttons, we've covered that. Just buttons in general. Someone actually said buttons. I don't understand how buttons are a phobia. I would like some more explanation on that one. But buttons, what is it to not like? Is it the size? Is it chocolate buttons? Buttons on a card? What do we not like? Talk to me. Hair on the floor. Right. When my fellow saw that, he was like, well, they'd be terrified fucking living here. Yes, I shed. I shed like an absolute English sheepdog. Right. Who wouldn't with a weave like this? It's chaos. But yeah, hair on the floor isn't nice. Irrational phobia, unsure again. No people who it is a massive phobia for. I hate it when like sometimes when we're dancing, obviously a big room full of girls, hair does get on the floor and like sometimes you'll like drop down to the floor for a move and you'll like touch hair and you're like, not cute, not big and it's not clever, but we can't help it. We can't avoid it. However, it is a nice, I will give us that. What else have we got on here? Crumpets. Oh my God. This was the first reply I got. And thank God I did because I think crumpets are shit. I'm unsure whether this is irrational phobias or things we dislike. I think it's a hybrid of both, but I hate crumpets. I'm in the crumpet boo club. Yeah. The crumpet non-appreciation society. They are shit. I think of all the forms of bread you can get. They're up there with Sourdough, which I think is shit as well. I know it's very popular to watch a day in the life on TikTok can guarantee someone in a fucking cap spreading avocado and feta on it. But I think it's not good bread. You can't beat a slice of orange Warby's, can you? Medium, toasty loss. And anyone who says otherwise is lying. You know what I mean? Soft and fluffy. Oh, I'm only jealous because I've not had it for bloody years. But yeah, crumpets, I think the rubbish. No, this one went for crumpets to holes. So we'll get on to holes. Someone did give me the actual name of it, you know, the actual name of the phobia. But yeah, I got holes quite a bit. I've got it a good few times. But yeah, the holes in crumpets, hate them. Hate the base of a crumpet. It's too thick. It doesn't match the rest of it. The inside of a crumpet is like a sponge. I was that kid who chewed sponges. Loved it. And the Polly Pocket outfits. Don't at me. Some people did it. I was some people. Love it. Give it to me. Give it to me now. But no, the inside of a crumpet, I just think why? I think all the layers of a crumpet do not add together. They soak up too much butter. And I love butter. Me and butter go way back. If I could, I would lather myself in butter and just lick myself clean. Maybe that's a bit far-fetched. But anyway, I love it. But yeah, crumpets make no use of butter at all. You can't even taste it. I just, I don't get it. They're too thick. They don't make sense. They don't go with any sauces or spreads. Obviously, you can tell I'm very passionate about this topic and the holes in them. No, no, no, no. Never gives me crumpets. Holes, obviously, the fear of holes, being stuck inside holes. Completely understand that. A lot of people don't like looking at holes that are in sponges. Got that one as well. No one was a fan of that one. Phobia of flying. Yep. Couldn't 100% get that. I don't have a phobia of flying, per se. However, when I, in case you haven't heard, I went to Australia once. Yeah. When I went there, the period in which I left, like, actual land to go over the water to Australia terrified me. Oh my God. And I learned the other day, why are my socks like this? What is going on? Anyway, I learned the other day that there's a flight, is it, I'm sure he said LA, from like Australia to LA or New Zealand to LA, and the majority of it is over water. If someone daft like 13 hours over water, no, I will be corrected. Someone correct me on that. Can't be arsed because I'm Googling it for the life of me. But I know it's a long ass flight over water. My God, that would put the fear of God into me. I'd have to do it. I'd make my flight longer so I could get over some land. Now, again, I've never heard of a plane crash happen there or anything getting lost at sea, but I would be in peril. I couldn't do that. And again, the amount of plane crashes that happen are few and far between. But I like knowing that if I'm going to go down, I might go down on top of something. If I go down on land, I rate my chances of survival. If I go down in the sea, you'll never see or hear from me again. Because I'm not a strong swimmer. I am not. Which brings me to another fear. The sea. Me. This is real. This is me. I fucking hate the sea. I hate it. Hate the sea. Hate how dark it is. I hate that you can't see what's beneath you. Don't like it when it gets in your eyes. Don't like the taste of salt water. I fully reckon I could drink chlorine, albeit not recommended, especially with the fact that most people piss in it, right? But getting chlorine in your eye or in your mouth don't bother me. Getting sea water in my mouth, you might as well waterboard me. It's just hanging. Not about it. I just don't like it. And then I get sunburnt when I've been in the sea, albeit it turns to a really nice tan. But yeah, no. Do not like the sea. There's things in it the sea should not be fucked with. There's a reason we've not explored the majority of the sea, right? Everything that's in the sea needs to be left alone. Leave it be. Titanic, prime example. Look at that fucking submarine, or whatever it was, that tried going down. All them absolute fucking imbeciles that paid good, hard-earned money to go and meet the maker. Why? Why would you do that? Why on God's green earth? Some level of investigation needs to go into that shit show. Was it last year? I'm sure it was last year. I can't believe that even happened. Do you not think we get to the end of every year and we look back on the dumb shit that happened in this world and we're like, how do we exist on this planet? How are we actually still alive as a species? Like, fucking intelligent mammals like the dinosaurs got wiped out, and us fuckers are still here by some miracle. And we do shit like that. Fucking bonkers, but not the sea. Leave it alone. Leave it alone. Leave the things that are in it alone. Sharks, whales, octopuses, octopi, crabs, jellyfish, any form of piranha. Leave them be. I'm not here for it. Don't want to know. Hate the sea. I think, has anyone seen anyone but you? Staring at the blank page before you. What a film. Watched it last week. Oh my God. Ten out of ten. It was fabulous. But when they're in Sydney Harbour and she falls off the boat, I'd be goners. I reckon unless that water was up to my shoulders, anything more than that, I can't even tread water. If anyone would like to offer me some swimming lessons on the back of this, I'll take you up on it, because it's just not my thing. Do you know what I mean? I could do some things, but that's not one of them. But yeah, I'd be knackered. I need someone like him to come and jump in and say, no, I'll probably be fucked. What else have we got on here? Flying, rides, rational phobia of rides. I think a lot of people are scared of rides. Am I scared of rides? I feel like I love them. I prefer, I prefer a ride where, I don't know why I'm sad like this, but I'm so comfortable on my couch, you see. I prefer a ride where you've got, you know, the shoulder straps going over you, the, like infusion at Blackpool. I feel very safe and secure in them. Even the smiler at Alton Towers. I went on that fucker six times after I got over the fear of the first one. A roller coaster where I've only got a bar. Hmm. I would not be mad if I didn't go on one of them again. I remember the first time I went on the big one. Oh my God, the shit we used to do as kids, right? I'll never forget. Me and a girl I used to be friends with, we was like 13 years old. My dad was like, right, I'll take you up Blackpool Pleasure Beach. We was like, oh my God, amazing. It was going to be like the best day ever. Highlight of our summer that year. So it was a summer of year six going into year seven, pretty certain, or year seven to year eight, whatever. I've never been to Pleasure Beach before. Um, so we were going, um, off we went. And the night before we decided for reasons unbeknownst to watch Final Destination three. Of all the Final Destinations you could watch, we picked the third one, obviously where there's a rollercoaster crash. Why? Dickheads. I remember in between the year, like year seven to year nine, for no reason, with no supervision at mum, at dad, at dad. Yes, I know. I do that often. One of my non-irrational phobias is making dead dad jokes. I've that one. Anyway, digressing. Is it on with me? Oh no. Um, yeah, so went to Blackpool the day after. Yeah, that was it. We watched a lot of horror films with no real rhyme or reason as to why we were watching them. Like at girls sleepovers, we'd watch them. None of us liked them. We were all scared, but we did it. Weird, weird. No, I'm like, ooh, turn that shit off. Why? Anyway, kids being kids. So I remember going to Blackpool the day after. We got there and my dad was like, got to go on a big one first. Do it on the best ride. I was like, right, okay, get on it. Get on it with this girl. And I saw it. And at first I didn't think it was that bad until I was physically sat in the thing and it went round the track and then it started going up and up and up. 50 feet. This girl sat next to me. 100 feet. 150 feet. I was like, do you want to shut your fucking mouth? 200 feet. I was like, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to take this hand that's clutching on for dear life. I think I'm going to die here. I'm going to fucking ram it down your throat if it's the last thing I do. 250 feet. I was like, right. At this point, the sweat and tears coming off me, I was petrified. Bear in mind, the big one, I'm not being funny. The bar on you is like that. You can't even tell because this remote's black and what I'm wearing is black, but it's tiny. Do you know what I mean? I was like, I'm not being funny. If I lean back here and let go, I'm falling out backwards. I'm goners. Anyway, did the big drop and after that, it's all tickety-boo. Have I been on the big one since? I think once. I will never go on that ride again. No, unless there was money involved and I'm not talking a tenner. I'm talking big money. Daddy thought that, but yeah, not a fan. Other rides though, rides where I've got a thing over me. Absolutely cracking all day long. They make me feel safe. What's next on the list? Being stuck on public transport and having diarrhea or being sick. Oh, oh no. Yeah, that is something I would not be a fan of. I feel really lucky I've not been in that situation. Normally when I'm on public transport or flying, I'm normally really constipated because most of the time, planes don't have normal food. Because I'm gluten-free, they'll have foods that doesn't agree with me. Even when I take it as a gluten-free meal. I don't know why. Something about being up that high. It gives a lot of people the shit. Makes me the complete other way. Like I've had tennimordium. So, but yes, I would not be a fan of that. Oh my God. Speaking of being sick on public transport, I feel like I'm just trauma offloading here. This is phenomenal. I went for a night out once. Oh, back in literally just before the pandemic. Back when I had a one strand of hair for an eyebrow. And we went out this one night and it was February, I remember. And it was me, the fella and another couple. And we went to All Star Lanes in Manchester and we got some food. And it was when you was like ordering food, so I was like drinking stuff like that. And we sat down at the table and we got like, we all got, they got a burger or something like that. And we got nachos and blah, blah, blah. And then we got a bottle of wine. We're not really big wine drinkers. Anyway, that went on another bottle. Between me, the other girl and him, we had three bottles of rosé in All Star Lanes before we moved on. Walked down the road, walked across the road to Dirty Martini. For some reason, the lad's got another bottle of wine between them. Put it this way, my fella can't act his booze right, as most listeners will know, who know him. However, that night, you know them videos where he's like, that wasn't my friend that night. That was the devil. Him, he was the devil that night. Couldn't speak. It was like the first time I'd seen him super, super bad. The other lad gave him a piggyback all the way to the train station. And on the train, as soon as he sat down, we was like giving him tissue. He was dropping the tissue out of his hand and throwing up on his shoes, on his Balenciagas, which back then were his pride and joy. In fact, they weren't even his, they were his dad's. Or he conned his dad, might I add, because him and his dad are the same size. He conned him into buying a pair of shoes so that he could wear them as well. He was like, we'll go halves. Yes, your dad wants Balenciagas. Anyway, I digress. He vommed all over him. Absolutely epic. So, kept giving him tissue and he kept dropping it. He was sick on me. I was like, take the wheel, somebody. Yeah, not a cute night, not a cute night for you. Even watching someone be sick on public transport is not the one. What's next? Moths. No, hate moths. I'm there on that. This is so weird and probably a bit, it's sadistic, the word. Sick, I don't know. When I was younger and we had a trampoline, I remember when the summers were really hot, like moths would land on the trampoline all the time and me and my brothers used to love killing moths and pulling the wings off, which is really horrible. But yeah, no, I don't like moths. Halloween. An irrational phobia of Halloween. Have we got any more explanations for that? Let's have a little look, shall we? Oh yeah, the biggest fear of Halloween. Don't know if that comes as irrational. Yeah, I'd say so. Is it the costumes? Is it the scariness? Is it the day? Have we got trauma of said day? Need more details. Anyone else scared of Halloween? To be fair, when I was younger, I used to be terrified of someone scaring me on Halloween because it's kind of the day where like people do dress up. I was inherently terrified of screen masks. Still am. Hate them. And I don't like spiders and I don't like, like it was a big trend last year. All the fucking yummy mummies had big cobwebs coming out of the house with fake spiders on them and I know the fake. I know it. I used to have Halloween because my birthday is not far from Halloween. When I was younger, I would have a Halloween party for my birthday and I loved it. But oh my god, it knocks me sick now because I hate the decorations that go with it. Whenever I see anything with more than four legs, whether it's real or fake, I freak out. Not about it. No. Four legs and a tail. Stay. Slay, in fact. Anything more? Don't belong here. Go away. Fuck off. You should pay double rent. You've got double the amount of limbs. Anyway. Yeah. I am not a fan. So, in a way, I can kind of relate to that. I like the part of Halloween where you can basically do fancy dress and the excuse for a bev. Like, I would love a Halloween party this year but not without the decor. I maybe change my light bulbs to a shade of red. Carving a pumpkin. Love that. I love the wholesomeness that comes with that. The autumnal vibes build up to my birthday and Christmas because obviously, I'm out of date. Marking your calendars, guys. It's the beginning of the year. Joking, that's horrendous. But yeah, no. Yeah, I kind of get the Halloween thing. What next? Oh, here's one. A lot. Dying, natural disasters, car crashes. Mate, me and dying. I put dying on the list myself. I think about dying every day. Terrified of it. If I could take a pill that would make me live forever, irrespective of the state of my body, I would do it. I'm terrified of dying and not being here. And I never used to be. And I think it comes from the fact that my dad's not here anymore. This is real deep. And I see how much he's missing. I think that's where that thing has come from for me because I don't feel like I ever used to be particularly scared of dying but now, terrified. I'll be sat there sometimes and be like, what if I don't wake up tomorrow? And then I'm like, relax. But yeah, I'm there on that one. Natural disasters, yes. Again, I think what I don't like about natural disasters is you can't prevent them because they're natural disasters. There's no halting that. If we're going to have an earthquake, we're going to have it. If the volcano is going to erupt, it's going whether we like it or not. Do you know what I mean? It's so fragile and unpredictable. So, tell everyone you love them. Oh, hairdressers. I cry every time. Get a new hairdresser, girl. I love my hairdresser. Is it, do you not like having your hair cut as opposed to we're scared of the hairdressers? Just saying, if you want a recommendation, the cutting company in Horwich and cutting my hair since I could have it cut, the best. I'm going for a haircut this week, actually, to actually give my curls some dimension because as we know, I've battered them with straighteners. I'm getting a cut this week. Oh, I'm going to look a new level of good. What else? Oh, oh no. I responded to this one on my story. This one felt like a personal attack. Chewing and biting ice. Genuinely fear it makes me feel sick. Oh my God, Queen. I love ice. I would have a bowl of ice, crushed ice, but ice nevertheless as a meal, as an entree. I fucking love eating ice. Oh my God. It actually annoys me when there's an ice cube that's too big to be chewed. Do you know what I mean? That vexes me. I love it. And you know what else? Molly May put on her story yesterday or the day before something about eating ice and I was like, see, reason number 412 why we would be such good friends, but I digress. Yeah. Why do you not like it? I suppose to be fair, some things you watch people eat. It's like when I watch people eat cucumber. Cucumber's the devil's vegetable. It's just not it. So yeah. Interesting. What else have we got on here? Sick. We've got a lot of sick people who do not like sick. Yeah, I hear that. You'd have hated to be in Lisbon with us. I can assure you that sister. Oh, snakes. So bad. I have no idea why my whole entire life, but it's so bad. I'll go. Snakes. Yeah. Don't like snakes. In fact, I've got another one on steaks. Steaks. Snakes. I'll be. I don't like steak. It's not a phobia. I just don't like red meat. But yeah, we're not fearful of steak. Snakes, however, with an N. This was another one we got getting bit on the vagina by a snake or spider every time they go to the toilet. Fun fact. I felt the same when I went to Australia for obvious reasons. Everyone has seen the TikToks or the videos of someone flushing the toilet and a spider being there. Or, oh my God, it makes me shudder even thinking about it. I feel like if I say that word enough times, I'll see one. So I'm now on high alert in my living room. I'm freaking out. But I digress. That is my irrational phobia. I don't think it's irrational. I think it's very, very rational. See what I mean? I'm scared now. Anyway. Yeah. When I was in Australia, particularly not New Zealand, really, but in Australia, I did not sit my arse on a toilet. I hovered. A lot. I had quads of steel on that holiday. Holiday? Business trip. Or I flushed every toilet before I went on it. Even, I went the year before and I stayed in someone's house and even though I should have been respectful of their water bill. Nah. I'm not even chancing that shit. So yeah, I'm with you there. Albeit not in this country. But yeah, there we go. Stairs. Fear of stairs. As in, that's how it's spelt. Stairs. Okay. Going up them, going down them. I don't like them stairs that have got the gaps in. Do you know what I mean? They always make me feel a bit uneasy. Stairs with the gaps in give me like rich, creepy house vibes. Like, full nuance, all bloody. What's the other one? Human centipede vibes. Do you know what I mean? Not it. So, but yeah. I'd like to know more about the stairs. What else we got? Polystyrene. Oh. Oh, it's kind of not. Oh, I just went cold thinking about it. Do you know what I mean? It's got that weird texture and almost noise to it, hasn't it? Polystyrene. I can see that. I don't like when I get a furniture out and it's like encased in polystyrene. It does me a head in. Other people's poo and sick in public. Yeah, not a fan. Flush the toilet. What is this thing that people don't flush public toilets? Like, you would not like it if it was the other way around. Would you leave your toilet like that at home? Get it flushed, you fucking trampos. Oh my God. This was actually one of mine. This is the weirdest thing, right? And I don't know if it's a phobia, but the inside of a blueberry. Stay with me, right? I love blueberries. I have them whenever I'm having breakfast at home. I have blueberries, yogurt, granola and honey. Blueberries do not look on the inside how they should, in my opinion. Because the taste of a blueberry, in my opinion, especially a good pun, a good punny of blueberries, inject it, right? But the inside of a blueberry does not look how it tastes, in my opinion. It's like a pale green colour. I can't even compare it to one of the colours of my cushions, right? My pants are getting bootleg and I like pull them down. Sorry about that. At least my legs are tanned. But yeah, I don't know. They've got a really weird, they're almost the colour of my couch inside, but with a bit more green. There's something about it that just doesn't sit right with me. And I actually hadn't seen the inside of one before. Because they're so small, it's not like you bite, well, I don't bite them in half, I like to look at. You know when you eat an apple and you bite into it. I eat a blueberry when it's in my mouth. The other day, I squashed one. What was I eating? I made pancakes and I put some yogurt and blueberries on top and then I squashed one of my blueberries with my fork and I saw the inside, I was like, oh, brother, oh, it really didn't sit right with me. I haven't eaten one since. I've had bacon and egg instead. I mean, I'll be having it tomorrow, but I just kind of need to put that one to the back of my mind. So yeah, what if I have that? Plain travelling fears. Yeah, get that. Oh, I've had this one a few times. Wooden cutlery. So I had wooden lolly sticks, but like wooden spoons, wooden forks you get when you get like a meal deal. Phobia unsure, but I can agree. There's something about them that isn't right. I tell you what it is. I don't mind a wooden spoon or a wooden fork, but a wooden knife. Trying to cut something with one of them shitty little wooden knives. No, not for me. I'm getting a fucking splinter. You know what I mean? So yeah, no, they're disgusting. I can't get on top of that. Yeah, becoming our mothers. I love my mum, but fair play. What else have we got on here? We've got some more. We have got more. Oh, butterflies. Butterflies. They're moths, I can understand. They're not pretty. Moths are the ugly stepsister of the butterfly world, but actual butterflies. Have you seen that video of Kiki Palmer where she's talking about getting pissed on by butterflies? That's one of my favourite things. I remember when we were younger, we used to go to Mossbank Park in Bolton and they had like a butterfly enclosure. If you walked through it with an ice lolly, you can guarantee you were coming out and your ice lolly had been scrammed by butterflies. What else have we got here? I have a phobia of cats. Me too, Queen. Oh my God. I don't mind cats that I know. Right, that's the thing with me. I'm not opposed to cats that I know. Cats I don't know, I can stroke them. Like when we were in Mexico, oh my God, it made me really sad because there were so many like stray cats that had like fleas and I just like, I wanted to re-home them. But like, because I absolutely love animals, I really do. But could I have a pet cat? No. Do I like it when a cat comes and sits next to me? No, I'm on edge. No. Because there was a time when I really loved cats and I'll never ever forget, right, I was at my friend's house playing out. Well, you're not playing out at your friend's house, but you know what I mean? Excuse me, the people that I played out with on my estate when I was younger, like we all took it in turns to go to each other's house and I was at their house. And he had a Rottweiler who was just amazingly stunning, called Max. My dog was also called Max and it was just a nurse dog. Did the dogs get on? No, but it's besides the point. And he had two cats, right? What were they? Tinker and Cinders, they were called. Oh, Tinker. Cinders was definitely one of them. Cinders was the cutest. Oh no, Tigger. Tigger and Cinders because Tigger was striper. But I remember going round and I sat down and a cat came and sat on me and I loved it. Like it was so soft and cute. And she sat on me and then all of a sudden she like, I wanted her to move. So I was like, come on. A claws came straight in and it threw my jeans. I mean, they're probably only as the denim, but it's not the point. Oh my God, the fear. I'm like, get her off. I freaked, flipped me absolutely, I did. And since then, triggered, absolutely traumatised. 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Yes, it was. When was the Panny D? 2020. So it was 2021. Ah! I'm trying shit. It was 2019, for the love of God, right? Oh, pre-everything, re-ewind in the words of Craig David. Um, we, what did we do? So, fellows' families, or the in-laws, went on holiday. We had a night out in, I think, Clitheroe, with like a big group of us, there was probably about, I don't know, 15 of us, 18, whatever. So before round, at the fellows', we all had pre-drinks, we had food, we had drink, didn't we? It was a good vibe. And it was really, really hot. It was proper hot. It was lovely, like, flat bank, middle of summer, because the in-laws' go on holiday, and kids' holidays, because of school and that. So, um, yeah, it was, it was August. So we were there, and then we were going out in Clitheroe, so pre-drinks, off we popped, and then that night, it absolutely poured down, like, really, really, really heavy, like, summer rain. So anyway, we got home, da-da-da, and in the morning, we were like, get up, clean up from the night before, blah-blah-blah. And it was sunny again in the morning, it was lovely, but, like, again, really, really hot. We're still in the kitchen, and, like, like, the kitchen at my fellows' is, like, big, and, like, opened into the back garden, and blah-blah-blah. And we had all the doors open, and he was mowing the lawn, and I was cleaning the kitchen. Very housewife-esque of us, back in the day, prepping for now. And there was this smell, and I shit you not, I convinced myself that someone had actually took a dump inside the house. The smell was so strong, I was, when I say in the house, I mean, like, in the corner of the room, not in the toilet. We was like, what the fuck is, it, I can't describe it to you. So, we were, but, literally, we, like, the bin wasn't even full, but we, like, emptied the bin, we put it into the floor everywhere. We were, like, this did not smell last night. Something has happened between, like, because it was that strong, you'd have smelt it, like, anyway. And we were, like, something has got to have happened from us having people around to now. Anyway, I got the, erm, come here. Oh dear. Walked outside, he's mowing the lawn, it, there's, like, a little pond that they've got outside, and, like, a rockery around it. There was this massive, great, big thing. I said, what the fuck is that? He went, I think it's a dead rat. I'm going to get him to send me the picture of this rat and put it in the photo dump. It weren't a rat, it were a bastard badger. It were fucking massive, I swear to God, it were, like, a foot-long subway, right. We hoed it up on the end of a shovel. It had come through the drains, we think, with all the bad rain. The smell of it, oh my God. It was, it was a dead body. Obviously, it was a rat, but it were a big boy. It were a chunky rat, that. That rat had been eating the cavity wall insulation for the last two to three years. He were, like, bloody, Rodney or Flush, not Rodney, what's a big, beefy cousin called? Can't remember. The minging one, that he don't like. The slob, the one with the belly hanging out of the t-shirt, he were like that. Disgusting. So, that was traumatic. Mice, I think, are quite cute. Could fuck with a mouse. I always think with the mice, I'm like, oh, it's not their fault. Rats, I'm like, woo, kill it. Seize him! Yeah, not a fan. I don't like people being sick. I will scream and cry. Yep, fully get that one. Oh, here we go, we got some more. Oh, biggest phobia is birds. People that, I hate people that feed pigeons. I love birds. Interesting. Is it birds flying at you? Is it the smell? The behaviour? Bird poo? Don't like bird poo, no one likes bird poo. Interesting. I love birds. Birds make me feel connected to my dad. But I, of course, have a positive experience and you don't, Queenie, so, yeah, we don't, phobia shame here. Falling down outdoor steps and breaking my collarbone, zero rationale for this. My fella's broke his collarbone a couple of times, so every time I tap his chest like that, he's, oh, my collarbone. Know what I mean? I don't think it's that irrational. I'm scared of breaking any bones, any bones whatsoever. So, yeah, I don't think it's that bad. Oh, I remember when I read this one and this is the face I did when I read it because I was thinking of it happening to me and how much it would traumatise me. Falling upstairs with a spoon in my mouth or banging teeth on stairs when running up. Makes me want to hold my mouth shut and love it. No, that, yeah, I'm with you on that. I've got one. Lyme disease. It keeps me up at night. So, I had to ask then what Lyme disease is. So, here's one for you. Here's one you're all going to enjoy. I discovered what Lyme disease was and Lyme disease is... When a tick gets into your skin and you get really sick and you can die and you get it from walking in long grass. I'm never fucking walking in long grass again. Pavements only, thank you. Terrified them. I said, right, okay, no, I'm scared of it, too. She said, you should be because dogs can get it, too. No, thank you, sister. So, yeah, I'm not scared of that, too. I hate cotton wool balls. Make me want to turn inside out and want to put myself in an air fryer. Not traumatic at all. Standard response. Do I hate cotton wool balls? I don't, but I don't think... I think cotton buds and cotton pads have a purpose. What purpose do cotton wool balls have nowadays? I can't think of one. Someone tell me one. I also hate snoring. I'm lucky that the boyfriend doesn't snore because we would sleep separately. Oh, I don't feel like either of us snore, really. The occasional heavy breath. But no real snoring. My dad were a fucker for snoring. Christ, he used to give it absolute beans. What else have we got? What else have we got? Oh, excuse me. Oh, puppets and mascots. The thought of a human inside a character costume. Absolutely not for me. Yeah, my niece doesn't like them, either. Not comparing you to my 18-month-old niece. But no, I'm not a fan of that at all. Oh, here's one. Here's one with a big, long, fancy, faux-beard title. Let's have a look. Where's it gone? Where's it gone? Where's it gone? I bloody lost it, now. Come here. Come here. Come here. Oh, guys, I can't find. Where are you? Here we go. A metaphobia. Oh, that's the phobia of sick. And I said, you scared of being sick or someone else is sick? And then said, erm, both, but only sick I can catch. Interesting. I kind of, I can relate to, erm, agoraphobia, if that's how I pronounce it. Because I hate being around people who are poorly. Hate it with every fibre of my being. It literally, mm-mm, no, not for me. So, I get that one. Ooh, we've got more. Getting stuck in a toilet cubicle with no escape. Yeah, no, not for me. I'd be giving it fucking Bloody Mary from inside. No, I'm with you there. Erm, Nicholas Cage. I had to Google who he was. Erm, once I Googled him, I could understand, in a way, why he'd freak me out, which then led me to put, erm, someone, a celebrity that scares me on mine. Trish Paytas, if I'm pronouncing her name right. I don't know. She terrifies me. Every time I see a TikTok of her, I want to run and hide. Don't like it. Freaks me out. Not a fan. Erm, Velvet. Velvet or Felt. No. See, that's not Velvet. Have I got anything Velvet here? No, I've not. Why? Because it's weird. It's weird, but I don't like either of them things. Don't mind Velcro. I can fuck with Velcro, but not Velvet or Felt. What else have we got? Oh, baby corn. I'm with you. Sweet corn? Yes. Corn on the cob? Absolutely. Baby corn? No, it's fucking rancid. It's never properly cooked. It's got a weird texture. It's crunchy. It's not tasty. It doesn't add any benefit to any meal. I don't know why they put it in vegetable stir-fries. No. Or sweet and sour dishes. Disgusting. No. Erm, I think that rounds us off on irrational phobias, guys. I think I'm pretty much done on that one. Well, guys, I think we've reached the end. Well, I've definitely reached the end of my list and all the interaction and feedback that I had, so thank you so, so much for all of that. I've absolutely loved doing this. I've loved being back. I can't wait to get this uploaded. Thank you so much for listening and tuning in. Please like, share, subscribe, comment, follow, you know, the drill. I can just keep doing this for ever and ever, I mean. Please tune in next week where we will have a gorgeous another guest, Miss Pip Halliwell, as I said before, covering unpopular opinions, so I want to hear yours. I'll be putting all the polls and feedback comments out over the next week or so. 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