I don't really have phobias: I have concerns that I choose to elevate to a phobia for dramatic effect. One is the fear that what is asserted to be in the pie will turn out not to be. This stems from being vegetarian. I am very cautious about that first bite. I've tentively called it crustulophobia, although crustophobia may or may not be more correct. Romans don't seem to have eaten stuffed breads and pastries, so I don't know.
Another is that I'll go away for a week or two and something terrible will happen that changes everybody's psychic model of the world, while I'll remain blissfully unaware. This time, that happened. And I think we are all mentally racing to catch up with a world where terrorism is much nastier that we ever could have imagined; where September 11 2001 might not be such an aberration.
These terrible actions are testing our societies and our leaders. Politicians such as Bush and Blair prey on fear, and they are reaping shame and dishonour. However, the public of the world seems to be proving itself better than that. 90% of Spaniards opposed a war their government supported, yet those people have paid for their politicians' dissemblance. Spaniards acted swiftly: voting out their lying government and taking to the streets in peaceful protest. So that's something.