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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Or Macclesfield... just listen to the Macc LadsIncidentally I met one of the Macc Lads (Stez) on Saturday night. In a pub (naturally). In Rothbury, Northumberland (not so naturally).
He seemed very nice, and me and Tourettes joined in with choruses from romantic love ditties...
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Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 19 Nov 2007, 16:50,
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