War
Pooflake says: Tell us your stories of conflict. From the pettiest row that got out of hand, through full blown battles involving mass brawls and destruction to your real war / army stories.
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 11:55)
Pooflake says: Tell us your stories of conflict. From the pettiest row that got out of hand, through full blown battles involving mass brawls and destruction to your real war / army stories.
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 11:55)
« Go Back
I remember the exact moment when I decided I didn't want to work in the foreign press corps
It was when I examined the plaster mouldings in the hotel reception in central Brazzaville to discover they weren't delicate plaster mouldings, and that they were - in fact - very recent rocket-propelled grenade scars. And the red pattern on the marble floor wasn't a red pattern on the marble floor.
Then I had all my kit nicked.
Then I got trapped there for a week in the company of the Congolese army, the wives and girlfriends of the Congolese army, and a Belgian chef.
Then I had to take on hired goons so I could go out and buy clothes and food, before being told by the embassy not to go out and buy clothes and food, and what the fuck was I doing there in the first place?
Then I had to draw my own porn because the shop ran out.
Then I got beaten up and robbed by the militia at the airport (who were subsequently all KILLED TO DEATH, but not by me).
Still, you've gotta laugh
( , Fri 1 Jun 2012, 17:20, 5 replies)
It was when I examined the plaster mouldings in the hotel reception in central Brazzaville to discover they weren't delicate plaster mouldings, and that they were - in fact - very recent rocket-propelled grenade scars. And the red pattern on the marble floor wasn't a red pattern on the marble floor.
Then I had all my kit nicked.
Then I got trapped there for a week in the company of the Congolese army, the wives and girlfriends of the Congolese army, and a Belgian chef.
Then I had to take on hired goons so I could go out and buy clothes and food, before being told by the embassy not to go out and buy clothes and food, and what the fuck was I doing there in the first place?
Then I had to draw my own porn because the shop ran out.
Then I got beaten up and robbed by the militia at the airport (who were subsequently all KILLED TO DEATH, but not by me).
Still, you've gotta laugh
( , Fri 1 Jun 2012, 17:20, 5 replies)
Could have been worst
You could have not had any paper or pens/pencils, and NO PORN
( , Fri 1 Jun 2012, 18:24, closed)
You could have not had any paper or pens/pencils, and NO PORN
( , Fri 1 Jun 2012, 18:24, closed)
« Go Back