Guilt and regret, eh? Let's turn to the expert for a summation; Woody, it's over to you!
"My one regret in life is that I'm not someone else"
Mr Allen, your shrink will see you now...
Guilt turns me to "guilty pleasures", an over used term and one I'm not fond of anymore, since the rise of the Guilty Pleasures compilations and club nights.
I've been thinking... let's just drop the hipster cool camouflage, and drop the "guilty" bit - EVERYONE! IT'S OKAY TO HAVE PLEASURES! ENJOY YOUR PLEASURES! DON'T HIDE THEM!
I went to the record store today, with the express purpose of buying Paul Simon's "Graceland" on vinyl for a pound. Oddly, two minutes after I entered the shop, the record store chap started playing "Graceland", I managed to hear most of the record as I dug through the £1 cheapo boxes. They had every Paul Simon and Simon and Garfunkel record ever released - but no "Graceland"! The shop was busy, and when "Call Me Al" came on, I looked around the shop, people were whistling, humming, and nodding, the like of which I've never seen before in a record store. Despite this beautiful piece of public synchronicity, I left disappointed.
"Call me Al" is a current pleasure, although it's starting to grate, I've been overdoing it a bit.
Please leave a "Pleasure" in the comments, one that you have previously been ashamed to admit to.
Throw off the shackles of guilt my friends!
Let's Party!
