No Regrets

Childless cat ladies, seducing sofas, Luxon flees, and speeches from Chippy & Chlöe.

No regrets
They don't work
No regrets now
They only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine

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Regrets, I’ve had a few. How about you?

I’ve not had a lot, only a small selection large enough to mention, and they’re probably not that hard to guess. You know, the usual stuff most of us have.

Too much time in a career you didn’t love, but needs must and so you do. Times when you wish things were a bit more peaceful, then realise soon it will be quiet and those that made so much noise will be off living their own lives and you’ll miss those sounds more than you ever longed for quiet.

For me the years wasted emptying bottles in the vain hope of filling something up. The wretched loneliness of alcoholism. Plenty of regrets there at time lost and the impatience and grumpiness that goes with poisoning yourself slowly. Then, like the proverbial banging of the head against the wall, the realisation that life without alcohol is not only achievable but so much better than the alternative.

Hmm, that got a bit serious for a moment, this was supposed to be a bit more light hearted after a pretty heavy week. Lets try something different, like have you ever said something, then soon afterwards regretted it?