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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The lovely British Council...I can sympathise a little with you plight! I'm a language ass. out in Dijon right now, luckily it's seems like it's going a little better than your time in France, but aaaaaaaaaaaargh god how I hate the lessons! For some reason I'm having a few problems trying to appear enthusiastic about teaching a lesson on ASBOs at 8am on a grey friday morning to a classroom-full of braindead 16 year olds.
Oh well, the plentiful flow of wine here in Burgundy is more than compensation.
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