How did You first realise you liked getting messy??

[muddywildfire]

Hi All been Manic busy of late so have not had time to post much

I was wondering how people first found out they had a messy fetish?? and also how or what you did to confirm this??

I think TV played a big part for me and as I mentioned in another thread Weston-Super-Mud as a child.

I would love to know how Mercedes found the love of mud??. Most of the opposite sex I know would go out of the way not to get muddy!

Should be some interesting reading

Enjoy

[TottyMcGee]

Subversive kids' TV in the 1980s for me, when I was about 7.. following the success of Tiswas it became the fashion for every kids' show going to feature gunge somewhere. I was particularly impressed by the messy games in "Funhouse", and started playing about in the bath, trying to make gunge from the various things I found on the bathroom shelf (shampoo, foambath, toothpaste and so forth). When I realised how much I liked the feeling of wet and gunged clothes I tried all different clothes, both my own and the old clothes I found in the loft. That and playing in nearby ditches, rivers and a very muddy building site next to our house cemented it.

[Phantom]

When I was about 7 or 8, I went to the city rubbish tip with my mate and his dad (his dad was trying to find suitable bits of wood for something he was making). A rubbish tip is a really exciting place for kids to explore.

I spotted what looked like a mound of dried tar - about a metre and a half high. I shouted to my friend something along the lines of 'race you to the top'.

As I sprinted up the side of the 'tar mountain', I realised to my horror that it wasn't solid at all. The thin crust broke to reveal all kinds of layers of wet paint - yellow and white etc - underneath.

I sank in so deep, both my legs were trapped, and my hands were covered in some kind of paint or goop. My dad's friend had to fish me out, and I sat crying on the back seat of the car on a plastic sheet - all the way home.

At the time, it was very traumatic - but to this day I'm CERTAIN that something positive was planted in my brain from that experience ... which was unlocked 4 or 5 years later by the arrival of TISWAS.

Phantom



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[messylaura]

as for why i love getting covered in mess i have come to this conclusion:
The first time humans experiance wam is inside the womb, because we all are literally submerged in mess
so maybe thats the same feeling we get when totally covered
all i know is that when i'm laying under mud it just feels like i could stay there for ever, especially if its warm

as for the first actuall waming, well it was having a hole in my shoe as a kid and liing getting my feet wet and soggy,
as for mess, hmmm not sure where the idea came from really,maybe a progression from wet to mud
i think the first seen messy stuff was baked beens on james whale show, might have tryed that then went from there?
not sure now, its been too long and too much has happened so i doubt i will remember stuff that easily anymore

[albawam]

When i was about 6 or 7 at primary school playing with water and then in the sand pit it gave me a tingliing sensation especially if the teacher put a waterproof apron around me(which is quite exciting in its self). A lot later in life seeing Freddie Starr mess up Toni Palmer in the Madhouse series, also Tiswas off course.

[Lizzie_Claymore]

It's all down to the old BBC Nationwide programme in my case. Those of a certain age will remember the nasal Yorkshire tones of Michael Barrett accompanied by Bob Wellings forever losing his script and looking at the wrong camera. Anyway, it was this programme that lives on within the industry (BBC in particular) with the phrase describing a filler insert as a 'skateboarding duck'. (It was in fact Nationwide that featured that very subject one day.)

Anyway ... there must have been some sort of forerunner of Bill's Splosh organisation as I remember in the mid-70s a feature on the UK final of the custard pie throwing contest. There they were out in a field somewhere with a load of couples standing a fixed distance apart. When the whistle blew, the pies flew and the couple most covered won.

Nearest the camera were a youngish couple. After a minute or so, they were both completely covered and the bloke, realising that there was nowhere else for him to cover, calmly walked up to the girl, lifted her skirt to reveal a very sexy body beneath in delightfully clinging tights and then splat - right between her legs! I suddenly realised that I found this remarkably interesting! I would be about 11 or 12 I suppose. I didn't quite understand what was going on there but noted the huge grin and slightly glazed expression in the girl's eyes as the guy continued to massage it around there for quite a while. (This was on BBC1 at teatime, you understand! I think the significance had slipped past the director!)

So it was that I started a life-long passion for both sploshing and tights. I think it was the realisation that something so smooth, silky, yet tight and stretchy could almost but not quite hide that lovely shape underneath that got me started there. When I later realised that they were also ideal for holding lots of gloop as well, that was a revelation and I was hooked!

[andy250]

Its a Sally James is fault!!! I use to love tiswas, on kids tv that really set me off. The other one was when I went on holiday to grandparents house, they lived by the sea. I think this is one of the main reason also. They use to live at Knott end on sea (other side Morecambe bay) opposite happening Fleetwood!!!

I use to go their about four times a year. This in later life I think is why I moved to Plymouth for a while. Also whenever we are filming outdoors at Silverdale I get the smell, that salty smell....

Plus their is loads of mud and sand at Knott end, so that was also a big factor. Still got back their from time to time, not much happens these days it is a retirment village.

**taken from the forthcoming book!!! Let me Splosh you..** price £99.00 quid paperback only.

regards

Andy

[the bulber]

When I was about 7 or 8, I went to the city rubbish tip with my mate and his dad (his dad was trying to find suitable bits of wood for something he was making). A rubbish tip is a really exciting place for kids to explore.

I spotted what looked like a mound of dried tar - about a metre and a half high. I shouted to my friend something along the lines of 'race you to the top'.

As I sprinted up the side of the 'tar mountain', I realised to my horror that it wasn't solid at all. The thin crust broke to reveal all kinds of layers of wet paint - yellow and white etc - underneath.

I sank in so deep, both my legs were trapped, and my hands were covered in some kind of paint or goop. My dad's friend had to fish me out, and I sat crying on the back seat of the car on a plastic sheet - all the way home.

At the time, it was very traumatic - but to this day I'm CERTAIN that something positive was planted in my brain from that experience ... which was unlocked 4 or 5 years later by the arrival of TISWAS.

Phantom



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When I first saw this post it reminded me of an incident when I was about 7 years old.
I didn't post straight away because I didn't want to ruin the thread.

Some boys about 3 or 4 years older than me went to play on what we called at the time "the ash tip".
This was a place where the bin lorries emptied their load and there was a lot of coal fires in those days.
Anyway the surface gave way and one boy fell through, into the fire below.
I remember him being pushed around by his father in what I can only describe as a pushchair (buggy in todays speak) he was all red and pink.

On another occasion a hand grenade was found.