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It's daring to confess your sins, but uncool to have regrets. Yet I'm teeming with them. Why, for instance, did I turn down the offer to be the lead singer of the Krautrock band Can?

By Duncan Fallowell   March 2008

There are plenty of things I’m happy to admit: I loathe Beethoven’s 9th symphony; that the spectacle of the disability Olympics makes me feel ill; that I wish I had a foreskin (consequently I’ve spent a lot of my adult life seeking the foreskins of others); that I am ashamed of my back—which is bowed, not flat. I should be happy to extend the list except that it would begin to involve other people (I’ve written somewhere that maturity is the growing capacity for candour, but that’s not the same as unnecessary betrayal of those close to us).


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