Not the name of a pub, just two superstitions which I had never heard before. Anyway, I'll walk under ladders, spill salt without chucking over my shoulder or flout any other superstition you care to mention.
Just as well, as on my walk home yesterday I saw a magpie attacking a slow worm, and I hate to think what that could portend. (The magpie flew off when I approached and I nudged the slow worm back into the undergrowth at the side of the path with my toe, so that should earn me some good karma from the god of slow worms in any case.)

will it make a difference?

Good karma with that sloworm

Step on a crack then keep an eye on your mother.

...utterly unsuperstitious. I even get cross with myself if I catch myself referring to "tempting fate", which has happened a couple of times in, I suppose, the last few years.

Being brought up religious, then converting to reasonably militant atheism by my mid 20s, makes me keep a close watch on this brain of mine.

"When you believe in things
That you don't understand,
Then you suffer.
Superstition ain't the way"

EDIT: Try reading that without singing it. Impossible.

I walk under ladders on purpose.

"Touch wood" more than strictly necessary. My very mild OCD has me banging the front door thrice after closing it - this is so that if I can feel my hand gently throb, I know the cats are secure and I won't have to return and check.

I did have to make a detour to ensure I hadn't shut the cat in the fridge yesterday, though. I'm sure that would have brought bad luck. Leastaways to the cat.

I had a hilarious time after we played a gig in the theatre in Cumbernauld - some friends had come to see us, and brought with them an actor who was like a young Donald Sinden. Only much less loveable. He patronised us about various aspects of our performance, told stories that were built around dropping names that we hadn't heard of, then reacted with terror to a whistle in the dressing room (thought to be unlucky because the people who dropped scenery in & out via weights used a system of whistles to manage movements) and later with even more terror to a mention of The Scottish Play (thought to be unlucky because there was a time in the early 1900s when that was The Blockbuster Play : if that was suggested to be coming to your theatre, it meant that the run of whatever play you were in was coming to an end. )

He spent the rest of the evening running out the dressing room, turning round three times, and coming back in to find two more people shouting "MACBETH" ... lather, rinse, repeat ....

Thengyew, goodnight.

[Okay that was almost a Tommy Cooper joke but i don't have the delivery ... actual anthropologist on a trawler wrote a book ... i vaguely remember that since life on the ocean wave was/is utterly contingent because of the dangers of sailing around the North Atlantic, seagoing men sought to control *something* through the whole "black cat having sex with a minister on a Friday zOMG! there's a woman on board" stuff ... if you don't whistle, don't do whatever it is you're not supposed to do with the minister or the woman then you think less about HUGE FUCKING WAVES THAT ARE GOING TO KILL YOU kind of a ting,,,]

Thengyew, goodnight.

[Okay that was almost a Tommy Cooper joke but i don't have the delivery ... actual anthropologist on a trawler wrote a book ... i vaguely remember that since life on the ocean wave was/is utterly contingent because of the dangers of sailing around the North Atlantic, seagoing men sought to control *something* through the whole "black cat having sex with a minister on a Friday zOMG! there's a woman on board" stuff ... if you don't whistle, don't do whatever it is you're not supposed to do with the minister or the woman then you think less about HUGE FUCKING WAVES THAT ARE GOING TO KILL YOU kind of a ting,,,]

Always have been

I touch a 'lucky' twig on the way to Barnet F.C.
It doesn't work.
I sometimes decide not to touch the 'lucky' twig.
That doesn't work either.

been married 13 years. Instead of our anniversary, we celebrate Friday 13ths (it's good, there's more of them and it's hard to forget the date.)

If there's a curse it's a slow acting one. Although come to think of it, she should have been home by now.

If you see one magpie (one for sorrow) salute it and say 'Good Morning Sergeant Major'. This will automatically protect you.

Touch wood.

the fear of beards, nuff said

Season ticket in the back left pocket; always drive then walk to the ground, rather than walk all the way; never wear the home kit at a home game - these are the main ones with me.

Now, the first one won't change, and it's probably due to the fact the wallet is in the back right pocket (though the rule still applies if I don't carry my wallet); the second arose as I realised that all the times I'd walked all the way from home to the game, we'd not won (not many times I had walked all the way, but must be a fair number) - but that run was shattered on Saturday; and the third, well, that ties in with the walking and is something to do with my brother.

Now there is a new one. A month ago, my mum & dad bought me a little figurine of a man in a Hartlepool United top from a market in York as a little joke gift. Since that arrived, we've been on a very good run (won 4 out of 5) - so I pat the little figurine on the head before I leave for the game.

My God, I'm sad...

It's unlucky to be superstitious!

... said Scorpios aren't superstitious.

I am defiantly not superstitious and do not intend giving in to any of it.

Fingers crossed.