hyatum wrote:HI Strawbs
Sorry to be off the subject TLD!
just reponding to Strawbs....and yes I def need a reminder as I go off at a tangent sometimes
Strawbs, I think I have vertigo.....I feel really uncomfortable in high places....except I do love flying (in a big aeroplane, am s$%t scared of small planes, my dad used to fly us around as kids and he was a hooligan!!). If I go to the top of a high-rise building I am terrified and the same goes for when I am on steep mountains...feel like I am on Everest and not a ski slope
I am happy on long gentle slopes but the first time I went skiing was taken on a black and had to do a lot of 'shussing' where one mountain joined the next. All the rest of the party were very gung-ho and crazy whilst I became more and more terrified, which is odd as I am mostly pretty brave and adventurous. Drop me out in the ocean and I am so comfortable, or walk in the bush with big animals and I don't turn a feather but mountains ....eish, I turn into a donkey on stilts!
Ah yes, I love Italy and I really want to go to Florence and paint, so that is my little wish for this year.
(And yes you would love it here, Africa is the most beautiful continent, you cannot beat a sunset with a cold G & T or nice cold white wine..... on the water in the wild.....but as we say in Sarf Efrican.... 'not for sissies')
Nicks xx
Hi Nicks,
Oh, I go off on a tangent all the time!
I even get on my OWN nerves!
Sorry THD - you'll just have to read something else!
Anyway, Nicks, I love your description of a donkey on stilts! That is soo funny!
It's funny, you know, because I think I also have vertigo. I've told people this before and they've always laughed at me and have asked how I can be scared of heights when I've flown planes and skied on the top of mountains
BUT, I never have vertigo when flying or skiing, and I think that's because you know you can't fall down/off. On top of the mountains I never feel like I can fall off - because it's so wide I suppose. The only steep or very long drops on a mountain I've been on are always secured off with that red netting stuff - maybe that gives me a false sense of security?
Never thought of it before!
I have had a touch of vertigo on a chair-lift when the lift stopped for about 10 minutes and I was actually alone in the chair (I'd whissed quickly into the lift queue thinking everyone was behind me - and when I got onto the chair and looked round no-one was there!) Typically it had to be THEN when the lift stopped midway and it suddenly dawned on me as I looked down just how F*&^$%!!!!ggg high up I was and what a long fall I'd have if I suddenly went bananas, panicked, and pulled the safety bar up like some demented lunatic all in a state!
Maybe I'm the only fruitloop who feels like that in a broken down chairlift?
Have to admit that it took all my mental stamina not to think about the looooooooooong fall I'd have if I suddenly flipped and jumped out the chair, and luckily I had my hip flask and fags in my pocket - so they helped a lot! Oh, and I struck up a conversation (albeit having to shout somewhat) with the people in the chair behind me, and that kind of kept me from flipping and having a panic attack. So yes, I probably do have vertigo in certain circumstances. But, as I say, when I'm skiing I don't at all. And I never have vertigo in a gondola either - again, probably because I know I can't fall out.
Is your vertigo similar to that? Is it more the fear you might flip and lose control? I knew a woman who couldn't walk on a pier because she thought she might flip and jump into the sea!! I'm not that bad, but I understood what she meant. I know there's a lot of people who can't even walk over bridges in case they go mad and jump into the river. It sounds really peculiar doesn't it? I'm very interested in psychology and did study it for a time, so I have some insight into people's psyche (though I'm still baffled by myself!
) and I have a theory that quite a few 'suicides' on railway lines are actually people who have just panicked, flipped and jumped onto the line. That sounds REALLY mad, but in London the tube has jumpers every single week and while some of them are obvious suicides, some of them are unexplained and no-one understands what made them jump. I suspect it's a kind of vertigo thing that makes them panic. Oh dear, what will THD think about THIS off-topic tangent?
What is this topic, again?
Oooh, just read that the first time you went skiing they took you on a black!!
What on earth made them do that!? And how on earth did you manage to tackle it!? I can see how a total beginner could shush down a shortish steep stretch (though you must have immense confidence to do that, Nicks!) but the trouble with shushing is it doesn't always shush you to the top of the other side! Blimey, if you shushed all the way down a black you must have reached about 150mph! I'm surprised you managed to stay upright. No wonder you hate skiing if that was your first experience! Actually, I like a little shush sometimes (so exhilerating!) but I only tend to do those in the afternoon when I've really loosened up and am full of Gluhwein and confidence! Naughty me, eh!
Do you know, it's actually illegal to get sloshed when skiing? Lots of people are well over the limit, though, in the afternoon - all those long mountain hut lunches of Gluhwein and Jagertee - hot drinks go straight to the head don't they
- mind you I always soak mine up with either goulash soup or a hot bratwurst sausage with skinny fries (who would think sausage and chips could taste soooo good!
must be all the fresh crisp mountain air - oh - and the delicious way they cook their sausages and grease-free crispy chips)
Anyway, I've rambled on a bit - as usual!
I must say your description of Africa sounds heavenly............
When you think of all the different types of beauty we have on this planet it's amazing isn't it? That's why I can't understand people who go to the same country year in year out. But I have a theory on that too! I suspect their families were the type who took an annual two-week holiday to the same caravan park every year (same weeks, same month) or visited the same hotel in a Spanish resort year in year out - and stayed firmly glued to their little bit of rented space for the fortnight - even getting up at 5 a.m. to put the family towels on THEIR sunbeds!!
Strawbs