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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It was never the same again afterwards...but I'm sure a service would have sorted it out. Unfortunately it eventually succumbed to rust and poor build quality like most Vauxhalls.
I've also been known to use a bottle of cooking oil to get me off the motorway in a fix, but I'm sure that's not nearly as bad for it.
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