EC talks about the Irish phenomenon called ‘the fear’, and the best way to fight it…
You’re in your twenties and you have a job – potentially a career – and a standing order for your council tax, but you want to play this cool twister game and you need an excuse. I would suggest you use it to squash into oblivion, this feeling called ‘The Fear’. So you’re either going ahhhhhhh. Or you’re dreadfully confused. If the latter, read on – I shall explain.
Okay, so imagine this. You go out for ‘one glass of wine’ on a Friday after a hard week in the office, or the ward, or the building site, or the classroom or… you get my drift. SO! Off you go, I’ll have a small Pinot Grigio please! Actually, wait! I’ll have a large one, sure the queue is massive! And so it begins. One, two, three. Then, cos you’re well hammered (due to the fact that you’ve now had a FULL bottle of wine by 6.30) you say, I’m a bit drunk, so I’ll have a beer! Now you are mixing your drinks which of course is a terrible idea.
Anyway, so it continues until it’s 10pm, you’re asleep with a broken glass of squash all over your new boots, knowing, just knowing, that you will wake up with the fear.’ The Fear‘. Now, for those of you who aren’t Irish, or for those of you who are but are from Dublin, the fear needs to be explained. You wake up with a racking guilt, some argue, this is actually a racking Catholic guilt. You spend the early hours of the morning feeling sorry for your other half because ‘they deserve better’. You worry about that mortgage that you won’t get because your bank will have seen the 25 transactions on your debit card for the ‘Hoxton Pony’. Then you worry about your family, your parents, who invested so much in you for you to go to said establishment and make said 25 transactions. Then, your health, your liver, kidneys, skin, the wrinkles you’re going to get! Then, oh no! My received calls! Christ on a bike. My mother rang me at 8.30pm and I ANSWERED! What did I say? Now I have to do damage control there! Oh god! I have a headache!
So…what do you do? You could have a cry and hide your head. But nah, you’re in the fear, so a bit of self flagellation is the only way forward. Face the music. Punish yourself that little bit more! Up you get for a few strawberries, natural yogurt, a 10k run? But what if the fear just isn’t bad enough to punish yourself that much. (10k, hehehe)
You can get Twister!So, I know it sounds random, it is, not as random as a cat on a turtle (Robbie Williams in that camera ad – I LOVE that ad!). Back to Twister!
Okay, so, Twister is bright (this will act as your punishment as will make your headache worse and may even make you feel more nauseous). Excellent. Then you will have to stretch on top of people, this will be painful as you will have sore weak legs from all your silly moves on the dance floor. This will be even more punishment. Followed by flashback of why it’s sore (the silly moves), more punsihement. Afterward, you will feel hot and sticky. And THEN!. A hot shower, a detox juice and some reassurance from your loved ones and you’re ready for an evening of X Factor and Jonathon Ross. Perfecto! Next Friday though, I’ll only have a small one. But just in case we don’t and we have 10 instead – stock up now!