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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Noto be working class, one only has to be from a working class background - one does not have to actually be working. In exactly the same way that attack submarines are still attack submarines when they are not attacking.
Just like the attack submarine is defined by it's purpose, so too are working class people defined by theirs - which is to do menial work until they die of exhaustion, so that those of us who were properly brought up can concentrate on going to the theatre and reading books. The mere fact that some of them fail at their purpose does not mean that they should not be defined by it.
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