
When 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?
( , Thu 5 Oct 2006, 13:25)
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eating that fugu prepared by an underqualified Japanese chef. Now I only have 24 hours to live.
( , Tue 10 Oct 2006, 12:37, Reply)
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