"Do anything to me!" he yelled. "You've been starving me for weeks. Finish it off and let me die. Shoot me. Hang me. Sentence me to twenty-five years. Is there somebody else you want me to give away? Just say who it is and I’ll tell you anything you want. I don't care who it is or what you do to them. I've got a wife and three children. The biggest of them isn't six years old. You can take the whole lot of them and cut their throats in front of my eyes, and I'll stand by and watch it. But not Room 101!" George Orwell - 1984
Room 101 is a place which contains a given person's worst nightmare. We asked the members of Mongoose what items they would like to put into this room and why.
Molly: Pewter spoons make my skin crawl. They're like a cat's tongue. They induce the nails on a blackboard effect, times a billion. Touching them makes my mouth go dry and my gallbladder shrivel. Gyuachhh
Muireann: Coriander? No. Even the smell makes my insides curl up and die, and anything it touches is infected with its evil, soapy taste. Doesn't help that Molly loves the stuff and taunts me with it regularly. Shudder.
Ailbhe: I just got my wisdom teeth out so this was the perfect opportunity to capture them on film forever. Aren't they weirdly beautiful? Tooth decay/gum disease would definitely be a nightmare of mine, and those dreams when all your teeth fall out? No thank you.
Cara: I really just don't like liquorice. The smell, the feel, the look - disgusting. It doesn't even taste like it should be a food. And it's black as the dead of night, which as we all know makes it the token snack of supervillains everywhere.