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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I hear yaChrist, that's rough. I had a very similar experience but two short years ago. The French don't change.
Thankfully the school was near enough to Paris for me to up sticks there, though I was stupid enough not to quit there and then and spent a miserable nine months trying to flog a semblance of comprehension into the hyperactive/borderline psychotic little chiards.
The British Council has a lot to answer for.
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