Flying. I'm not sure why, I never used to have a problem with it, but on the way back from my Honeymoon I was convinced we were going to crash and die. Now I can't even look at a plane in the sky without feeling uneasy.
On a flight to Germany last year, I ate so many 'calming' sweets that I got jaw ache. They didn't help.

Bees and Wasps are a silly thing I'm afraid of.

Ooh, mirrors. Not a massive fear or anything, but if I think about it while I look into them, I start to feel uneasy.
Obviously I'm going to see "Mirrors" when it comes out, and it'll probably put me off them for life.

There's nothing frightening about clowns. It became quite trendy to say, "Oh, I'm afraid of clowns!!! OMG!!!" sometime in the mid-90s; as if, by admitting to a characterful phobia, people might, by extension, see the self-professed suffer as strange in a 'zany', intriguing sense of the word.

If anything, clowns are quite sad creatures; forever locked, as they are, in the act of exchanging currency for joy.

Lightbulbs

I'm not fond of spiders - it's just the way they move that bothers me. I wouldn't be half so scared if they were a bit slower.

And I'm getting worse as I get older. My first time flying, fact fans, was standing on the flight deck of a Hercules being piloted by one of the rare female RAF pilots and we were doing loops (take off, loop, land, coast, crack throttles, take off again, two hours) at RAF Lyneham and I was taking pictures - I was spoiled basically because she was so smooth I barely noticed the touch downs on about 90% of the landings. Commercial flights - the only reason most of their landings are so crap is down to the pilots finding it amusing to dump the fucking plane on the tarmac and time contraints. I KNOW it's safe, but it still absolutely petrifies me to the point where I'm a barely controlled mess of nerves by the time the plane starts taxiing.

Also, I have to have my feet covered up when I am in bed, even though I can lay without any covering on any other body part. I can't explain this, but I know my friend's mother is exactly the same.

Also: telephones. Hate them. Hate talking on them.

And I'm another person who's getting worse at flying. Used to love it, but now I find myself tense and nervous before and during any flight I have to take. I think that started after spending a summer cleaning planes at Stansted airport and getting to see them up close. They're the equivalent of sputtering, rattling old minicabs, rather than lovely new shiny London cabs. (And I'm not sure I'd ever fly Ryan Air, after seeing the state they keep their planes in - or kept their planes in at the time. I'm not joking when I say bits used to come off in my hands when I cleaned the interiors. Not important things - just bits of the seats or the overhead compartments - but if those parts are that bad, I don't trust the rest.)

I start to feel uneasy if I look at you for a while too.

You're all saying this stuff to shit me up before my 9 hour flight tomorrow, right?

I thought I was the only one. Been mocked for it enough.

And for this reason I am marrying Gaz because he saved me!lol[/color]