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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Liverpudlian gangstersBack when I was a student, I went on a charity hitchhike from York to Dublin (well, Holyhead, as the ferry was paid for). My gf (now fiancée) and I were picked up by a golf course designer (!) and left at a service station near Leeds. We waited hours and no-one picked us up. We were getting pretty desperate.
Until...
Two scallies drew up next to us and offered us a lift. Something didn't seem quite right, but I let it pass. We got chatting with them:
* The car we were in had been bought for a quid, apparently.
* When asked (somewhat ill-advisedly) by my gf as to what they did for a living, they said they were "self employed".
* Rather than furry dice, they had a miniature kalashnikov and a miniature berreta hanging from the rear-view mirror.
Amazingly, they dropped us off near Liverpool and didn't nick a thing off us.
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Parmesan Quality b4 Quantity, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 22:31,
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