Changing the tone of the thread slightly to include missed opportunities in life that still haunt you (I reckon it's on topic and a whole lot less depressing)...

I vaguely knew my dad's cousin was a Concorde pilot but it wasn't until a family get-together after Concorde was retired than I met him and mentioned to him how much I had always loved Concorde and how I would have dearly loved to have flown on it. To which he said "Oh! You should have said. I would have been able to get you on a 'once around the bay' flight no problem when it was still flying". Arse.

Does it wake you up at night from time to time? I'd say it's something you regret rather than something that haunts you.

I was driving along wooded stretch of road when my GF pointed out a deer by the side of the road. She was convinced it was still alive so we doubled back. Sure enough the deer was panting heavily and had a swollen abdomen so appeared to have been the victim of a previously passing car.

GF is an animal lover and was very distressed and didn't wish to leave it in pain. It was too big to move and we were in a pretty remote place. So I told the GF to go back to the car and not look in the mirror. I popped the boot and hooked out my Leatherman, opened the locking blade and walked back to the animal with a gut wrenching feeling of foreboding. Knowing I was doing the humane thing I stood astride the deer lifted it's head and sunk the blade into the jugular. I was surprised by the amount of blood and the amount of life the deer still possessed as it kicked and required a lot of effort to hold down.

As I withdrew the knife and the deer twitched its last, a car pulled in and a women ran from the car towards where I stood covered in blood. Clearly out of breath she yelled "I've got the vet has it birthed already?"

I was once out for a meal at a Opening week of a new bistro in Farsley in Leeds with my Ex. we are sat enjoying the surrounding of this plush new establishment.

suddenly I feel the most gut wrenching stomach cramps I have ever experienced in my life and needed to desperately get to the toilet which been a small converted high street shop meant there was one his and hers toilet close to were we was sitting.

So I excused myself from the table hunched over like qazzy cradling my volcanic stomach I scurried to the toilet, I locked the door and started the hand dryer to mask any loud unpleasant noises that may occur as I was passing what ever had infiltrated my intestines.

The smell was unreal It could of easily killed a small mammal, I finished up and went to flush it worked slightly but it dint quite seem right I thought ahh probably nothing. I washed my hands and returned to to table feeling somewhat better.

My steak was waiting for me when I Returned so I am sat tucking into this delicious rib eye when I notice a small boy around 7 enter the toilet I have previously just been, I then hear a scream then the small boy runs out of the toilet, hmmmm I am now thinking.

The boy returns in tears with his dad who enters the toilet then yelps JESUS CHRIST at top of his lungs and immediately exits the sewer smelling toilet he fires me a look of sheer disgust. Its then notice the brown water slowly making its way down the pristine white tiles into the restaurant.

Minutes later the managers over shaking his head in my direction while franticly trying to call a plumber. by now the smell is astronomical.

I bow my head in shame as the manager asked me and my ex to leave the restaurant doing the walk of shame out the door.

On the plus side during the mayhem I managed to polish off a bottle of whine and finish my steak which I got for free

There's a clear pattern isn't there. They may have been 'cock of the walk' at school but now they're just a 'cock'.

Those who were studious, heads-down and learned something seem to be the ones who are most successful in later life. It does suggest that we shouldn't waste time on the idiots with 'inclusive' policies and overt sympathy; they're going to be life's losers and thankfully identify themselves as such at an early stage.

Back in 07 I pulled a large vehicle out of some soft sand. After pulling it to firm standings I unhooked the rope and moved off forward. About 100 meters on there was a large bang. Looked back and the vehicle had followed me and hit a land mine. Resulted in the guy in the passenger seat KIA.
Why did I pull him there, why did he then follow me when we were in a desert?