Velvet
I have a huge phobia of velvet. I hate the stuff - it feels like it's alive and crawling beneath my skin. Even thinking about it makes me want to ball my fists up to hide my fingertips away from the possibility of velvet, which makes typing this quite difficult. I used to work in the wardrobe department for a big opera company, who do a fair amount of shows with period costumes - this often means velvet dresses, coats and the like. This caused some moments of extreme discomfort, especially the time I was dressing eight women, all of whom had a long velvet evening gown that needed fastening up the back.

It does, however, cause no end of fun for my friends. They delight in seeing me squirm and recoil in horror as they stroke velvet in front of me. Or in one case, chase me around the building wearing a velvet dress, making me look like I'm trying to escape from a swarm of killer bees.
(teacake, Tue 15 Apr 2008, 12:26, 4 replies)

She wore...
Blue Velvet...
*wah-wah*
Softer than satin was the night...

/Frank Booths
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Tue 15 Apr 2008, 12:30, closed)

*Doffs cap*
Anything for a lady.

*breathes heavily into drug-filled tank while doing bad things to a lady*

EDIT The only time I ever saw that film was during one of Mark Kermode's programmes, where he just talked the whole way through it about the depth and intricacy of the characters and the underlying subtext of the subject matter in his dull, droning voice.
Same again for Videodrome and Crash.

Shut up Mark! That's what I say, shut up! I was 15, I only wanted to see the boobies and teh drugs.
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Tue 15 Apr 2008, 12:38, closed)

i was thinking...
allanah miles (i have no idea if ive spelt that correctly)
(pogo_it, Tue 15 Apr 2008, 15:15, closed)