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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On the upsideThe great thing about desperate times is the pleasure of small luxuries. The time when you have a little windfall and spend a glorious Sunday evening with a full stomach, central heating on, smoking yourself to sleep - all is right with the world.
I remember one evening, unemployed & miserable, I was tidying up and found 20 quid in an envelope, a remnant of a previous job. The sense of elation was huge. Now day’s if I found 10 grand it be quite nice, but it wouldn’t mean as much as those 20 beautiful pounds.
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Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Tue 20 Nov 2007, 10:28,
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I couldn't agree moreAmen to that. Great words
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I know what you mean.Fortunately, I've worked since leaving the bosom of my family and have never had the misfortune to be *that* skint.
I do, however, like sea fishing and am constantly amazed at the fulfillment and satisfaction derived from a piping hot tin of soup/beans etc after several freezing hours standing on a rock. (It's even better to go home & have a hot bath and a proper meal though).
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