This being almost 40 bit seems to have inspired a bit of navel-gazing, so seeing as my vast readership of four are whiling the hours away over at Facebook instead of here, I thought I’d dedicate some of my posts to writing about those forty years, the good, the bad, the best, the worst, the milestones, the ups and the downs. A half-memoir/diary/writing exercise that I can chuckle indulgently over in another forty years time and think to myself, if only I knew then what I know now, while polishing off that last chocolate in a family sized box of Cadbury Continental.

First up: The Biggest Regret.