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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Rootin' AroundAfter having had a day from hell (fell off my bike, going overdrawn, getting soaked by the rain whilst bleeding from aforementioned bike injury and then having to sit on the train to london etc.) in my distraction I managed to accidentally bin my phone near Smithfield meat market. In fairness, it was in a tesco carrier bag that I had just emptied of pre-gig-tea-on-the-train goodies. I only realised I had binned my phone after 40 minutes of walking the other way. By the point I sprinted back to where I had put the offending article en poubelle more rubbish had accrued on top. I then spent a glorious and dignifying 2 minutes routing through the bin to get my phone back mostly because I didn't want to have to explain how I had lost it to close friends or anyone who had the slightest respect for me.
It didn't smell as bad as I thought it would.
(, Mon 19 Nov 2007, 2:49, Reply)
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