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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The pain...Am feeling it for you. I once went out for dinner the night before an interview and didn't realise the dinner would be smart dress so wore the white linen interview trousers I'd packed for the next day. The prawns arrive for starters and, like the fat handed twat I am I upended them in their garlicky butter all over my dry clean only lower half.
I spent the next morning running round the shops like a loon trying to find a sutiable replacement. I failed miserably (I'm knocking on 6 foot and struggle to get trousers long enough, let alone tailored ones to wear with heels) so i decked myself in acessories and a nice shirt and put on skinny jeans and a blazer and brazened it out. As I left the interview, the head of the panel whispered "you look very glamorous..."
I got the job. But I felt a bit dirty for it.
The trousers incidently came up a treat after 5 cycles through an industrial cleaners....
*clicks*
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