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 LIKES EGG, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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Desperate timesAnd desperate measures. Being from Sheffield, I'm used to a bit of privation from time to time. Especially growing up around Mosborough. But I digress.
I've smoked my tab ends, I've emptied my keyboard, I even smoked the thing in the bathroom that was lying round for months (it was a spliff- a very dry one at that!). I've even gone without for a few days, even though I ended up climbing the walls as a result.
But that desperation was ended one day, as I put on a pair of trousers to find... my god! Money! I nipped straight off to the newsagents, to buy the only thing I could afford- cheap arse cigars. And by God they were awful- never again. Irony is I got paid the next day too.
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jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 15 Nov 2007, 23:40,
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