Never again!

Swim in the sea or a river in the UK - far too many bugs being pumped in each and every day.

Ate a piece of fish. I have been vegetarian for decades and now vegan but someone persuaded me to try fish as "it's not proper meat".

About an eighth of a forkful, mostly spat out. Truly vile.

When I was younger for a holiday waxing in the nether regions bruised to hell never ever again.

I voted Lib Dem to keep the Tories out and they went into coalition with them. I'll never do that again.

Go in a maze. Went to a relatively small one in a beautiful garden in Durham. My niece and daughter ran on without me and I got absolutely disorientated and panicky, unable to find my way out. They eventually rescued me but I felt stupid and old.

Caving. I knew that I had slight claustrophobia before I went, but soon realised that it was actually extreme. What a horrendous experience. Never been so scared.

Go scubadiving! Once was enough!

Make quince jelly. Bought a large bag of quince for £2 from a garden we visited last summer. Have made various jams many times but this was something else! Fruit were so hard ( maybe underripe) it was incredibly difficult to peel and chop. Decided to persevere and finally managed to complete the process. Ended up with about 5 jars of beautiful pink jelly which is delicious, but would never bother again. Gave a couple of jars away but ploughing my way through the rest. Nice with cheese.

Scraping wet Artex off a bathroom ceiling 🤬

Going on a ski lift

Eating liver.
Rather forced to as a child.
When I got to 16 I rebelled about it.
Have never eaten it since.

I’m never going to fly again.
I did it for many years, because I wanted us to have nice family holidays, which we did, but the weeks leading up to departure date, I was so anxious, then I would have to start worrying about the return journey.
I would always have a large gin before boarding, but the last time we flew we took another child, and I felt it might be inappropriate to start drinking at 6.am, so that was doubly terrifying!
Oddly, since then we have booked and had to cancel two holidays, so I’ve decided that is that, plenty of the UK we haven’t seen.

When I retired at 50 I swore I'd never give another dinner party, and I haven't. I'm nervous cooking for others and people were getting increasingly picky about what they would or would not eat. Too much stress and hassle!
Maggiemay, you're right about those Moroccan souks, the one in Marrakech was especially bad.

I went hurtling backwards on a ‘fun’ roller coaster ride in a dark tunnel at Dreamworld. Thought I was going to die. My grandson, just a little kid at the time, loved it.

Parasailing on holiday. Only did it because dds were calling me a wimp for not wanting to. You whizz up to such a height - and the rope connecting me to the boat kept jerking and I thought it was going to break and I’d be blown way out to sea.

Go on holiday with my Dad!!!

Woodchip wallpaper is a nightmare to remove

Every single wall in a 4 bedroom house

Also distemper ceilings

Argh

MrsKen33

Callistemon We were passed by a woman in high heels. Oh the shame

Who would do that though?
😂😂😂

Callistemon We were passed by a woman in high heels. Oh the shame

Georgesgran
Rum and black 1973 I think, oh God, the shame!

unbeknown to our parents my 2 friends and I used to thumb a lift down to Brighton ... this was in the early 60s. We, luckily never came to any harm BUT a friend of my dad's saw us on the side of the road trying to get a lift and told my dad. I never did it again

MrsKen33

Climb Snowdon

The train is running again 🙂

It's just the last bit which defeated me.

Climb Snowdon

Wheniwasyourage

*NanKate*, you are brave for mentioning it now. Sadly, it seems to be a common reaction when that sort of thing happens to women that they don't immediately haul off and wallop the pathetic man involved (sometimes it's probably safer not to do so anyway), so don't feel that you should have done so. You did nothing wrong!

When we were young, you could quite safely wallop the man - been there, done that.

Today we would probably face charges of assault if we slapped a man's face, or warmed his ears, or as my great-aunt did in her youth, stuck a hatpin into his arm!

Worse than us, I have a friend who went to Turkey with a friend around the same age, befriended a Turkish guy who asked them to take some Turkish Delight back to brother in Brighton, where they were living, and they did Worse than that the TD was so delish looking they ate it! It seems that it was a genuine request and not some covert way of transporting drugs. They were too ashamed to contact the brother though, apparently he was really missing the Turkish Delight as sold at home[