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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BuggeredOn a night out 3 months ago, many miles from home, I stumbled out of the nightclub alone and with just £2.70 to my name. My friends had gradually left over time so, with almost 3 hours until the first bus ran and with no funds for a taxi, I was effectively stranded.
After 10 minutes of deliberation, I realised in my whiskey induced state that there was only one option - I would have to find someone willing and desperate enough to take me home.
Unfortunately, Broad Street is not synonymous with beauty at 3am in the early hours of a cold Thursday morning, and it was a truly sobering moment when I saw myself actually considering talking to one of the throng of overly large and aesthetically challenged women in order to hitch a lift back near home, with the aim of legging it before being violated. Pity, really, as for this challenge I could surely have done with being out of my tree.
Still, needs must, and I began my approach to one such behemoth before a vision of beauty appeared in my periphery - 2 of my friends, pizza in hand and offering me a ride back in their taxi.
T'was most certainly a lucky escape, and a tale of how desperate times nearly lead to desperate measures.
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