I regret living in the Southern Railways area
Many years ago, I had met a lovely young girl. Unfortunately she was in a relationship at that time, but we hit it off and became friends. Mostly it was over email, as she lived in a different town, but we moved in the same circles so I saw her often enough. I was playing the "long game", hoping that at some point in the future we'd get together, and meanwhile making sure that she saw all that was good in the world of Moon Monkey (and none of the sick, twisted stuff).

There came a fateful day when it all seemed to be coming together. She was now single, and we planned to spend the day together. After a lovely day out where we really seemed to be connecting, she went home to change before a night of dancing that would - I hoped - develop into debauchery.

As it turned out, I spent the evening hanging around the railway station, because the line was closed due to some inconsiderate sod who had jumped in front of a train. I found this out in the mail she sent the next day to apologise, in which she also mentioned that she'd accepted a job on the other side of the country, and was leaving in a week. I never saw her again, and the emails gradually dried up.

Bastard Southern Railways cost me a shag. Probably.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 16:07, 2 replies)

I think the loony who jumped in front of the train cost you a shag
If this happened to me I'd have hoped they survived. With all their limbs missing.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 16:16, closed)

Then gone and shagged him out of spite.

(yourmumonastickwithmintsauce, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 19:55, closed)