Actually, he came in the pub more than once in his last fortnight in the country (English man hired as Bar Manager)
He wrote to me twice from Spain with photos and stuff, if'n I'd agreed my flight would have been paid too.
He'd seen me tend bar, baby. He knew I was the best.
But by then I was tied to home and work by a loser who I ditched a matter of months later.
Maybe they were ALL lucky escapes. But I know it was lack of confidence that made me turn them down. Hence regret.
I dispute the idea that you only regret the things you never did.
BOLLOCKS!
Still, there are things I wish I'd had a bit more chutzpah about.
Except John. No, that was a good choice.
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