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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MimingWhen younger, I was a member of a choir. (Not a church choir - entirely secular. Hurrah!) I knew that, the next summer, we were going to be invited to sing at the Albert Hall. Horror of horrors, my voice began to break/ slither down the octaves in the September before the concert. Hence I spent the best part of a year miming at rehersals to pretend that I still hadn't hit puberty - the only boy in the world who's ever wanted to give this impression, I'll bet - and then singing a full threee octaves lower than everyone else come the concert.
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 14:19,
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