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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I've been thereI call it the desperation doobie. Comes about three days after running out, and consists of the little bits at the bottom of my bag. I am quite an expert at picking out the small flecks of brown or green that are exactly the right consistency - although I think I've smoked a fair bit of broccoli at one stage.
I've also skinned up with a sheet of A4 rice paper held together with small bits of sellotape at intervals (removed manually one after another just before they started to burn)
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flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:06,
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