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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Moving House
A mate of mine helped me move into my flat years ago and sort of forgot to leave for 4 months. We were both skint and while I escaped hunger by popping into the parents house down the road (where my dear mother would 'force' me to join them for dinner), Ish didn't have a backup supplier of nutrition. So he would raid my cupboards to eat whatever he could find when it got close to the end of the month.
I can only imagine what a large tin of sweetcorn, topped with margarine and a single sachets worth of brown sauce tasted like... he reckoned the next day it was like shooting a machinegun out of his arse.
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 16:24, Reply)
A mate of mine helped me move into my flat years ago and sort of forgot to leave for 4 months. We were both skint and while I escaped hunger by popping into the parents house down the road (where my dear mother would 'force' me to join them for dinner), Ish didn't have a backup supplier of nutrition. So he would raid my cupboards to eat whatever he could find when it got close to the end of the month.
I can only imagine what a large tin of sweetcorn, topped with margarine and a single sachets worth of brown sauce tasted like... he reckoned the next day it was like shooting a machinegun out of his arse.
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 16:24, Reply)
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