My Greatest RegretsWhen I was still quite young, I was offered the chance to spend several weeks in the South of France. My Uncle was going to drive me down in his vintage MG sports car. There would be sun, sand and, crucially, French girls.
I was too scared of the French girls to go.
What do you regret not doing?
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chthonic, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 13:25)
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Fiona ColemanYes, you were lovely.
Yes, I would have liked to dance with you at the Year 7 disco.
Yes, a bit of tonsil-tennis wouldn't have gone amiss.
But I was hanging with my homeboys, looking cool in my Technics Jacket, British Knights and Shell-pants. You have to understand.
And yes, whilst the stolen glimpses across the classroom during English and the shared love of middling indie-rock bands meant much to me, I never had the bottle to claim my prize of a fumble behind the bike sheds.
The fact that since then, my popularity with women is comparable with Hermann Goering's with the Jews and that you've become a rather foxy lingerie model, who just so happens to be married with kids, doesn't play on my mind ever.
Honest.
(, Fri 6 Oct 2006, 21:02, Reply)
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