I wonder when it is that you start having regrets? I mean just for not doing things you were meant to do. I never really went 'travelling' as I thought most people who do this are utter wankers- and 97% of them are- but I really wish I'd got a rucksack and gone to the South of France and workedmy way round drinking wine and smoking heavily, instead of playing grinding piss awful indie in a grotty band or something. Am sure its not too late, but I'm feeling 'reflective'. Oh dear.