Desperate Times
Stranded 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?
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
Stranded 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?
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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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).
( , Tue 20 Nov 2007, 13:16, Reply)
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).
( , Tue 20 Nov 2007, 13:16, Reply)
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