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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Actually....Home brew whisky.
I was 17 and the invite was to a small gathering at a friends friends house. Bring a bottle sort of thing, so the obligatory bottles of wine, cider, etc were taken along.
Someone brought a bottle of home brew, undistilled whisky. No one dared touch it. Not being an accomplished drinker at that time, I wanted to show that I could indeed drink with the best of them.
Fast forward 20 minutes, and the bottle was empty. Not too many recollections of what happened during the rest of the evening, but I'm reliably informed that I was thrown out into the driveway (in the middle of a cold december), brought back in when they thought I was sufffering with hypothermia and had literally spray painted the side of the house in vomit. Vaguely recall being cuddled by 2 lovely females in front of the fire.
The regret was not the 4 and a half day hangover, nor the fact that 13 years on I still feel ill and the smell of whisky or that I made a complete tool of myself in front of total strangers.
My one regret was whilst being carried into the house through the kitchen, I screamed "Van Basten" (Dutch football of the time) and volleyed the canary cage complete with contents of canary across the kitchen. I don't know if it survived.
(, Mon 9 Oct 2006, 15:46, Reply)
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