It might kill me

There’s a million ways to die, but none scares me more than this

I’d rather fall out of an doomed aeroplane, into a dark abyss

I would choose to be eaten by hungry sharks, rather than suffer this thing I despise

I’d rather risk being shot by Russell Howard, with his dodgy, wonky cock eyes

A bungee jump with the cord too long, I’d much prefer to this thing of course

I’m dreading the day that someone makes me try, cheese on toast drizzled with Worcester sauce