tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215553202978284468.post6125195187003958870..comments2024-02-06T16:17:25.826+00:00Comments on THE GRĂNMARK BLOG: My name is Scott and I'm an acrophobicScott Gronmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15118026157459333174noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215553202978284468.post-68799521986968868972012-01-02T12:00:32.527+00:002012-01-02T12:00:32.527+00:00I've been scratching my head wondering what so...I've been scratching my head wondering what sort of work would require anyone to climb to the top of a disused power station in Wigan! I would have had to resign, whatever the job, rather than do that. My sphincter would have been permanently closed by that experience, let alone tightened - actually, given my heft, I'm pretty sure the whole ladder would have come away.<br />Never got Vertigo (the movie, that is). I never really took to Hitchcock's 1950s Freudian phase. I've only seen Vertigo once and have never fancied seeing it again - the basic premise is too tortuous and silly. I prefer Hitchcock films where relatively ordinary people are pitchforked into a world of trouble. Films featuring people on the tops of tall buildings are the ones that get me. If they lean out to have a look and the camera pans down, I have to cover my eyes while shouting "Don't do that!"<br />I've always been horrified by the story of Eric Clapton's infant son climbing out of the window of Clapton's New York apartment and... Well, I'm shuddering just thinking of it. And that's reminded me of a workman plunging off scaffolding on the building opposite my mother's Westbourne Terrace flat, and the screaming that followed...<br /><br />Enough!Scott Gronmarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15118026157459333174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215553202978284468.post-40770048156887045982011-12-24T08:31:32.358+00:002011-12-24T08:31:32.358+00:00I can't say that mine appears as serious as yo...I can't say that mine appears as serious as yours but I am also a sufferer. It is not that uncommon. One of my friends and I used to rate our vertigo- type experiences on a "sphincter- tightening" scale of 1 to 10. I got a 9 for climbing up a rusty ladder at the top of a disused power station in Wigan, for work-related reasons. I can still score a 3 simply by thinking of the point at which one of the rivets holding the ladder to the outside of the chimney came away as I was half way up...He would break into a sweat walking along a narrow ridge at the top of a hill.<br /><br />How are you with the film Vertigo? I found it really unsettling when I saw it as a teenager and never felt the urge to give it another go.ex-KCSnoreply@blogger.com