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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Love is blindNot long after me and the ex wife had split, and even after I'd discovered through judicious hacking of her email account that she'd been shagging another bloke for the past six months, I was still deeply in love with her.
I wanted to put things behind us, and get our marriage back on track. Hell, I'd invested 13 fucking years in us, and I didn't treat my wedding vows lightly. For better, for worse. All that. I was desperate.
So I asked her, nay, begged, for her to consider upping sticks and moving to France, to put everything behind us and start afresh; to give love a chance to blossom and bloom again.
What the hell was I thinking?
I mean, fucking FRANCE????
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Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 15 Nov 2007, 20:18,
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