Desperate TimesStranded in a hotel in an African war zone with no internet access for two weeks, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. Possessing only my passport and the clothes I stood up in; and the warning "You can catch it shaking hands with a vicar out there" ringing in my ears, I had to draw my own porn in order to preserve my sanity.
Alas, it all came out looking like Coronation Street's Audrey Roberts, but, as they say, any port in a storm.
What have you done in times of great desperation?
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Scaryduck - twitter.com/duckorange, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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How I discovered tequilaNoctu's post, below, reminds me of my first encounter with the boozy cactus juice.
I was an undergrad and at a party. By around about drunk o'clock, I was thirsty, and uncomfortably so at that. But there was nothing to hand to slake my thirst. I wandered off around the house to see what I could find, and found myself in the kitchen.
My eye settled on a bottle next to the sink. I picked it up - it was almost full - and necked just about the whole lot in one go. Spluttering, only then did it dawn on me that above the sink was a device known as a tap, and that that offered a reliable means of achieving liquid refreshment.
And that is how I discovered tequila.
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Enzyme is in ur [noun]z, [verb]in' ur [noun]z, Tue 20 Nov 2007, 15:10,
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