How often are we left with regrets? Clearly every decision we make has its own consequences, and we hardly regret them all, but when a choice we made in a spirit of positivity turns around and bites us on the arse – that is when we find ourselves regretting our decisions. For instance back in the spring it was announced that along with their new album “13” heavy metal pioneers and legends Black Sabbath would be touring the UK in December. Since Sabbath have been a fixture in my music library since I was about fifteen, and in a position to just about afford the (rather pricey) tickets I leapt at the opportunity to catch them live for what could easily be the last time. (Although with their history they are in with a serious chance of collectively cheating death so many times they actually become immortal.) Wind the clock forward and it was apparent long before I left my job that I would not be able to afford the additional costs of the trip to London required to actually go to the gig. With regret therefore I decided to sell the tickets.
Today was the day that I should have been in the heart of a crowd of sweaty 50-somethings rocking out to a band that have inspired an entire genre of music and were personal heroes of mine growing up. It is this that I regret; that I cannot experience this event.