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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Posting from PDA - Desperation as it happens...At the moment, I'm still at work (pauses as everyone scrolls down to check the posting time...)
Tonight I've got the pleasure of driving what we call the "p*sshead express" - the train timetabled to depart London, bound for the Kent Coast, just after last orders - so as you can imagine the carriages full of stella-victims we're carrying home.
What makes this story of woe so desperate? Imagine being confronted by a rather rotund young lady (think Jabba the Hutt's wife from the podracing scene in Star Wars) dressed in a crop top and miniskirt, with only a bottle of WKD to keep her warm. Now picture her bawling her eyes out while two blokes dressed in tracksuits have a full on fistfight to decide on who would have the honour of taking her home and (in her own words) "give her one".
I'm slightly confused on the rules with this one - does her desperation and their desperation combine and cancel eachother out or something.
I'd make a length joke here, but based on what sge was wearing, I'm guessing she'd take anything, even one categorised in the 'acorn equivalent' section.
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HSDriver was probably still at work on, Sun 18 Nov 2007, 0:32,
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