Regrets!
It’s a popular idea that, as you get older you regret the things you didn’t do, more than the things you did.
I can go with that.
These couple of months in Bali have left me in a very reflective mood. And today, Matthew, I am mostly being Mr Angry of no fixed abode!
I regret not twatting my father-in-law for being an interfering cvnt. He professed his Christianity in a sickeningly pious way, yet underneath it all he was a greedy, reprehensible twat. A kick in the bollocks, delivered at the right time, would have left me and my wife together for many more years.
I regret not calling out Regan for being a thief, when he ‘appropriated’ the £2000 I had raised for the Army Cadets. His thieving logic was that, as it was in the school accounts, he could do what he wanted with it. I made sure the Cadets knew he was a thieving cvnt and so they had to pay full fees for our next camp – the £2000 was meant to subsidise them. I had to open a new external account so the thieving git could not access any future funds.
I regret not calling my sister a fecking hypocrite for the way she wore her Catholicism while taking the piss out of her friends and family. Such a good catholic girl, she has cut off relations with two of her brothers and her only sister. Sadly, as far as I can see, a typical church going attitude.
I also regret the number of times I have had to compromise in relationships. Maybe I should become the one who cries and whinges ‘if you really loved me, you’d agree with me.’ Why do us men put up with that shit?
I also regret not starting my writing career earlier in life, so I could eviscerate these cvnts in writing!
Most of all I regret not calling out so many colleagues over the years, for being absolute bellends!
Fairy Hanny 