What do you think about in the dark, on your own?

Ely, I was told that about the 'pushmepullyou' too :)

I get scared in the dark on my own so I don't do it. I am asleep just before my head hits the pillow until the light comes once again. Maybe I am scared of my own profound imagination.

I imagine that when I open my eyes there'll be a shark eyed maniac hovering just inches from my face. I start to hear his shallow breathing and imagine it condensing on my cheek. I picture him, staring coldly at my head, believing me to be asleep and just inspecting the point of impact for the butchers hook he is holding, two handed, over his head ready to strike down with the full force of his body weight. I think he's waiting to see if I'm asleep or just lying there with my eyes closed as he'd much prefer it if I were to wake in time to watch him enjoy his kill, he's smiling and I think I can smell the blood on his breath from his last victim. I know something has to happen soon as he's poised, arching over the side of the bed and the weight of the hook is incereasing as he maintains his silence but hovers so close to my face. I tell myself it isn't true and, sure enough, as I open my eyes with as much defiance as I can muster, I just see the darkness and remind myself that the dark can play tricks on all the senses. Then as my eyes adjust to the light, I see he is there after all. I never get time to scream or even say, "Bollocks, I knew you were there" before he slams the hook down into my head. Fortunately, it's happenned so many times now that I'm quite used to him and the hole in my head has become hard scar tissue so it doesn't even hurt anymore. Last time he came round we watched the world cup together. He's alright really, just a bit weird. His names Alan and he's a welder from Clacton. He did the chassis on my car, saved me a fortune and got it through the MOT.

Gail! You Too!!!

'small bird on a big branch' Now That's What I Call Poet Tree! Welcome back, Phyllis! Bard of Birdythings. Queen of Tinyness.

Hm. I tend to think one of two things in the dark. Mostly I just lie there and think of the stars, just behind my ceiling. Otherwise I just lie there absolutely terrified of werewolves.

I love being in the dark and on my own... its a sense of utter freedom when the physical barriers re-enforced by sight dissipate away and the inner world overspills out of one's head to fill the void with a wonderful landscape unencumbered by physics, all waiting to be explored... Off course... I could just be plain mad and precisely the sort other people fear when it goes dark.

And I thought you did not have a dark side, spider...obviously you are at one with the dark.... Writers are the worst people to leave in the dark alone...the terrors begin... I have not answered the question. I don't think you are ready yet.

Brenda I'm supprised you are scared with a rottweiller in the house, I'm more scared of all!!! dogs than the dark...

don't get me started on werewolves. Sheesh!! I was / am petrified of them. Lycanthropic tendencies in people can really give you the willies. It's the idea of the transformation that does it. You would stand there, trapped on some mountain cabin while the person you're hiding with suddenly starts to buckle and growl in some hideous way. Next thing you can hear the bones crack, watch the skin turn on itself, see the hands and feet pop and twist into.....hooves? wait a minute! that's a pushmepullyou! I bloody knew it!

Jay, I didn't say I was scared, just rudely interupted!

Where wolf?

Don't tell him - it will spoil the surprise when he opens his wardrobe.

In the dark, I shut my eyes and think of light.

In the dark I shut my eyes and go to sleep...

Oh got that wrong Brenda now I have reread, I know why though it was Gail that was scared and because of your reply to her I assumed you were agreeing with her about the dark and now obviously you wern't...

In the dark, I shut my eyes and think of air.

in the dark i mainly think about phyllis and her small bird poems ... gosh how she is missed ...

I think I remember one: The Song of Life cheep cheep cheep cheep I hope I remembered that correctly.

Thank you for raising the tone, Fish and Justyn. Phyllis Smallbird is the Queen of Poetry. Unworthy R Us.

And where is llama? Where have all the GREAT threads gone? *sobs unconTrollably*

llama is frisking in the hills ... having finally and rather incredibly finding a mate ...

ooops pardon my english ...

will there be any little llamalambs come spring? *starts knitting*

well i have my fingers crossed ... is that a nice little llama matinee jacket?

Yes. It's got 'Eat My Dust, Sheep' written on the back.

some little know facts about the llama lama glama (llama) Llamas feet are slender and their limbs are long. Llamas have remarkable variety in their body sizes and shapes. The coloring of their fur is also variable, ranging from all white, to brown, yellow, blue and black, and sometimes with checks and spots. Llamas are herbivorous, feeding on many kinds of grasses and leaves. Llamas are very graceful in their movements. They run with a swinging stride, with their front and hind legs moving in unison on each side. Llamas lie down to rest and sleep. Fighting between males involves leg biting and "neck dominance." Copulation occurs while animals are in a prone position. Mating occurs in August and September. The gestation period is 348-368 days (10 months). Llamas produce one offspring at a time (rarely two). lama glama .... sheer poetry ...

My older brother used to think there were llamas hiding under his bed when he was little.

your brother obviously had no concept of the size of llamas ari ...Body length ranges from 153-200 cm, shoulder height from 100-125 cm, and tail length from 22-25 cm ... that's quite a tail ...

Fish: A Question about Llamas. I was lead to believe that the 'pushmepullyou' from Dr. Doolittle's menagerie was a two headed llama because there were a breed of llama with two heads once, is this true or utter nonsense?

utter nonsense ...

But there IS a breed with two a.rses up front. They're called Chelsea.

i can't help thinking that most conflicts could be resolved by leg biting and neck dominance ...

yes...well...of course, I mean, I never BELIEVED it or anything. I mean, you know... I was just asking for a friend you understand, not me..err because I knew all along. Two heads? I dunno, some people eh? believe anything. In fact the same IDIOT actually believed that everyone who died in "The Towering Inferno" was a death row prisoner and actually died for real so they could go on film. Idiot!

there there ely ... i am sure you are good at other things ...

I'm good at Pizza. 's not much of a boast but it's true. Making, eating, I can even do the throw the base in the air to make it round thing. I can talk for hours on the merits of delivery compared to home cooked and restaurant styles. The different bases, the costs of toppinzzzzzz, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, sorry, I bored myself to sleep there.

Oh Joy, recognition. The medication has been changed and I've been a bit barren, but dear Fishy person you've inspired me. "Small bird on a big branch" Oh, You small bird on a branch, tiny, tiny bird, you love, your branch. but it's your smallness, tiny,tiny, charm- ing, bird of small stature, that lights up my heart.

ah phyllis! nice to see you back again with your exquisite poetry.

Whot's that? bitten by Darren? eh.. you'll have to speak up it's too dark in here

oh phyllis!!!! i am so pleased to see you back ... tell me phyllis ... are you related to brenda???