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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shut your mouthLife is about collecting ‘tick in the boxes’.
Each box is a unique experience (good or bad), and can be classed bronze, silver, gold or, the absolute pinnacle, platinum.
Examples:
Bronze – doubling the speed limit
Silver – being arrested
Gold – swimming with sharks
Platinum – twins.
Anyway, this is the story of my biggest regret, the one chance that I had to complete a particular platinum tick… and I missed it.
I was sitting outside a pub in London Bridge one summer lunchtime with a couple of senior colleagues, one is the classic ex-public school boy, youngest ever fellow of the institute of engineers etc, the other is a working class boy done good, and me, the office youngster.
Across the road I noticed a 6ft+ black man walking down the road wearing a knee length red leather coat, big sunglasses, overly patterned shirt and a mini afro.
He looks just like Shaft says I.
The public school-boy type looks over and said, completely innocently as only the posh and overly wealthy can be: “who’s Shaft?”
I panicked and spluttered into my pint.
Working class lad calm as you like answers “He’s a baaaaad mother”
I almost cried.
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