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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Poo tube/Motorcycle into deathtrap fiascoOh this QOTW was made for me.
On many an occasion, I’ve found myself in my bathroom, post logging session, sans bog roll. And when waddling downstairs with buttocks apart doesn’t seem like a good plan, I’ve occasionally ripped the mockingly-barren cardboard tube into two hemi-cylinders, used one to scrape and the other to wipe. I still feel dirty now…
And as a car-shunning motorcyclist, I’ve carried many a thing on the back of a bike. My favourites? A hula hoop (threaded through my rucksack). A lawnmower, garden strimmer and carpet (bungees are the key. Lots and lots of bungees.) A book-case and guitar stand (One bungee, riding side-saddle with a hand on top of it) A printer/scanner (Bought in a sale, with no means of securing it, whatsoever, I bought two rolls of masking tape and stuck the bastard on the back. 3/4 of it had burnt through on the exhaust by the time I got home)
(, Mon 19 Nov 2007, 14:42, 1 reply)
I, as a new biker,feel your pain. I picked up a roll of carpet last night on the back of my bike, and it was at least 2 meters wide. Must have looked a right tit.
(, Mon 19 Nov 2007, 16:34, closed)
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