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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GlasnostI'd just moved to the US from good old Stamford, Lincs. Went back home for a Crimbly vacation and was going to meet up for a new years eve party with a lot of old college friends. - very excited!!
While back at home I get a phone call from another ex-pat who'd just scored a couple of train tickets to Berlin for NY eve, a place to stay, and, apparently, some scorching german girls who were up for it. I, sadly, turned it down for my previously planned extravaganza that was going on just outside Plymouth.
So -now its New Years eve.... I'm sitting - single - in a living room listening to all my (now astoundingly boring and married) mates in couples discussing CURTAINS - at midnight...
My mate in Germany managed to time it to perfection and was :
DANCING ON THE BERLIN WALL AS IT WAS BEING DISMANTLED BY A LOAD OF CRAZY KRAUTS/RUSSIANS WITH SLEDGEHAMMERS.
He was also shagging BOTH german girls.
(Remember my curtains? - yeah... great... so do I...)
The only tiny salvation - he fell off and twisted his ankle.
Although even that had a bitter taste - while it may have slowed his dancing slightly, it elicited endless amounts of sympathy from Helga and Karla.
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gp_guineapig, Fri 6 Oct 2006, 3:55,
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