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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TOILET PAPERI'm in a run-down office in Moscow (although that isn't important to the story) a few years ago. I was in a meeting and DESPERATE for a poo. A coffee break assured me of an opportunity so I scarpered for the nearest bogs. Thankfully, the bogs looked clean so I immediately dropped my strides and let loose a broadside that sort of came out in a spray. A real mess. I suppose I was repaying Neptune for all the kisses he'd given me in the past. ANyway, a few minutes later, the cramps have passed, there is nothing left inside and it's time to tidy up. I look around. I look around again. There is ONE miserable toilet roll with about 3 sheets on it. This isn't nearly enough. Had to use the pages from a pocket diary that was in my jacket. You know, those pages with the shiny gold edging? Well, I can tell you that it's not the most ideal method of wiping your backside. Oh, the memories. I regret going to a toilet in a foreign country totally unprepared. TRAVEL TIPS FOR THE INEPT BUSINESSMAN: Take WIPES. They fit in a jacket pocket quite nicely and can get you out of many scrapes. Portable civilization.
(, Mon 9 Oct 2006, 11:38, Reply)
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