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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Chemotherapy1997 - The Bruswick Pub, Crewe.
I had recently gone from long pony-tailed big hair to a grade 0 - just for shits and giggles...
I'm stood at the bar having a few scoops when Dave Miller, my old English lecturer from SCC comes over to me, the first time I had seen him since leaving college.
Dave and I always had a very stifled and reserved relationship - we mutually thought each other was a joke and also I was apparantly a contributing factor to Mike Gallagher's (the former head of the English department) 'retirement'.
Dave came bowling over to me with a big piss-taking grin, slaps me on the back and comes out with a happy put-down -
"So Rob, going for a POW look to gain sympathy from the DSS?"
It was one of those moments where I wish my acting skills weren't quite as capable....
"No Dave" - I dropped my head and broke eye contact, "I've just come out of Chemotherapy....."
There wasn't another word - there was a chill, Dave went ashen, put his pint on the table and walked out with his head down....
It was like using a nuke to kill a cockroach
Sorry Dave..... Really I am....
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