Regrets, I've had a few...
...but then again so fucking many that I'll be here all day if I write them all down.

For example, I lost my virginity on a building site (and no, before you ask, I wasn't buggered by a builder).

The night that really sticks in my mind was when me and my flatmate Chris downed an enormous bottle of cheap-as-chips French vodka before heading off to Fabric (a large meat-market-ish 'superclub' in London, for those lucky enough never to have heard of it).

We were in, watching David Holmes do his 60s psycadelic (?? Spelling) thang, had a smoke and both, in unison, staggered back and slumped against the wall, then down onto the ground.

The next 6 hours proceeded like this: my flat mate sat cross-legged on the dance floor, shaking, sweating, and farting like its going out of fashion, clearing a space around him about 10' in diameter.
I proceeded to be sick in every available bin, corner, stairwell, coat and bag I could lay my hands on. The one exception was when I stood behind a girl with an open-backed dress (a cute girl with a very cute back, if there is such a thing) and had to swallow my sick again, knowing that if I was sick down her back, I could never show my face in public again.

We ended up passing out next to each other on the sofas upstairs, although we didn't know who the other person was til we pieced everything back together again the next morning.

It had a happy ending though. I was kicked out and proceeded to spend £27 on sandwiches to fill my by now very empty stomach. And I do love a good sandwich.
(That Boy Joe, Fri 25 Nov 2005, 10:33, Reply)