Home topics news News News Leave ‘em behind baby, leave ‘em behind.. Gemma Tognini May 17, 2010 I don’t generally deal in the currency of regret. I struggle to think of any other emotional pastime more useless, futile and unproductive. Unless you count the 12 months I spent longing, no pining for Inter Milan super hero Nicola Berti after a stint living in Italy during the early 90’s. But I digress… Regrets. We talk about them, we analyse them, feel the need to do our penance when things stuff up as they invariably do when humans are involved. A quick yet by no means exhaustive scan of the web reveals what most of us wish we hadn’t done; getting a tattoo, not spending enough time with family or friends, choosing the “wrong” name for a child, smoking, not exercising enough. You name it, it’s out there. My own regrets? Like I said, it’s not my currency but at a pinch, I’d have to say convincing my mum to let me get a perm when I was 12, cutting off all of my long dark hair and dying it blonde to “fit in” with my T.V colleagues and wearing a denim mini skirt with knee high boots (in the not too distant past I might add). That’s it. That’s all I got. It’s not that I think I’ve always made the right decisions. I haven’t. It’s just that I’ve chosen how I’m going to live, and one of those choices involves