Absolutely everything used to give me nightmares. Casper the Friendly Ghost, Rugrats, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. The witch in that is terrifying and when she looks into the mirror to ask about whether she’s hot, that was it for me. I had to go and have a Nesquik.
Mirrors upset me generally. I’ve only come to realise it now, writing this. The bent ones in train toilets; the horrid chrome-bordered ones in underground walkways in places like King’s Cross; pocket mirrors people whip out before heading into bars.
