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 only wanted to breathe..Back in my teens (looooong time ago) and still at Mum's. Choked with the cold. Haven't been sleeping much, can't taste my food. I love my food. I'm desperate for some relief (oo-er Mrs).
"Mum, I can't breathe - help."
"There's some menthol crystals in the bathroom cabinet - drop a bit in boiling water and inhale the steam. I'm off out - bye." Such maternal concern.
So, I go to the bathroom, find the little jar, check for instructions - none. Open the jar, and find little sprinkle-like things inside. Poked with finger, thought "They're not very big". Sniffed at them, and thought "Can't really smell them either". Boiled the kettle, filled the bowl, and chucked in a crystal. Looked at the size of the bowl and chucked in another couple.
Proceeded to lower head and took a deeeeeep breath in through the nose.
Oh. My. God.
I swear I felt the top of my head lift off and the heat seared all the way down into my lungs. My eyes were streaming, my throat was on fire and I could almost taste the stuff. I picked up the bowl and tipped the lot down the sink. Still couldn't breathe but I wasn't trying that again.
I have used them since, but with much, much caution.
(, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 18:55, Reply)
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