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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criticismwell....I seem to have come in for alot of flak here
I may or may not have been in the wrong....but, you will have to appreciate my state of mind at the time...
apart from being so embarrassed at what had happened...I'm sure that he knew full well that I was desperate for the toilet, when he let me rush upstairs like a mad woman in a frantic search for relief.
( I had been as discrete as possible..trying not to hold myself..but he had tried to press my belly in the cab..and I told him to stop because it was likely to make me pee )
when he shouted up the stairs to tell the location of the toilet, just as i was starting to leak uncontrollably...I was just so upset and angry...especially when I saw the smirk on his face when I went into the living room.
sorry...but I just lost it ( in more ways than one!)
I was very kind of him to launder my knickers and jeans...but....all he did was put them in the dryer....meaning they were nice and dry...but smelling of hot piss!!!
I'm sure he really was a nice guy...but...as he seemed to care more for his carpet than he did for me...I have no real regrets about filling his kettle.
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