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Love thy mother-in-law

July 4, 2010

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The voice of experience emanates from Cher in Kentucky in response to Andrew in Australia’s question featured in Episode 140:

A fellow listener asked about ways to suck up to the parents of one’s significant other. Having been married three times, engaged seven times before that, I have significant experience in that department.

Rule No. 1: Choose your battles. When the parent presents as an intractable bitch, leave it and go for the other parent. At first sight of my, my first husband’s mother’s first words to me were, “Jesus, you’re not a Catholic, are you?” She said it more to the crucifix at my throat (at which she bared her fangs) than to me.

I promptly ignored her and asked his father to tell me about the Battle of the Bulge. He pulled out maps, memorabilia, and held my ear for hours. When the bitch’s boy turned out to be gay and a tree-worshiping Pagan (bit of your own back, Ma!), I missed his dad more than I missed him.

Rule No. 2: To thine own self be true; they’ll figure you out eventually. Prior to the Bitch, for several fiances I converted to their religion (to impress the parents), one Protestant faith being the same as any other. Eventually I would get found out, though. What was I thinking, you ask? I was quite young, and it was Mississippi.

Rule No. 3: Find the deal-breaker, and don’t break it. With my mother-in-law, “living in sin” and pre-marital sex were a huge deal breaker. Let me add that she’s 90. She nagged my husband and his brother into their prior marriages so that they would discontinue living in sin. Forearmed with that knowledge, when I visited before our marriage, I was prepared when she asked me whether I would sleep in the guest room with my then fiance or on the couch. “I can’t sleep with him, ma’am. We aren’t married yet.” BINGO, we have a winner!

Rule No. 4: Take care of them. His people are my people. If you want them to like you and care about you, like them and care about them. It might not work, but it’s a good place to start. When you marry a person, you marry into a family, like it or not.

In that case, Cher has a MASSIVE extended family. I’m trying to picture how one can find oneself engaged as many as seven times, not even counting the ones that culminated in marriage, but it turns out I simply do not have sufficient imagination. She offers very sensible advice though, so we can all benefit without enduring the hassle of ten engagements.

Incidentally if any of you readers have managed to be betrothed more times than that, let us know in the comments! The first one to notch up twenty fiance(e)s wins a prize.

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Human Centipede

June 29, 2010

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Uh oh, Kat from London is angry. At us. Must’ve been something we said in Episode 140:

Dear Helen and Olly – or, as you shall be known hereafter, you utter bastards.

There I was, happily walking to work and enjoying the double chocolate-chip goodness of my breakfast cookie treat, when suddenly Helen starts talking about mouth-to-anus films.

I haven’t been able to look at a double choc-chip biscuit OR get that horrible image out of my head since, and I can’t even listen to the podcast in case Helen strays from her usual topics of classical education and word games and starts dissecting Two Girls one Cup instead.

So answer me this: how the fuckety balls do I get the image of a human centipede out of my head? Is a lobotomy really the only way?

Fortunately, Kat, we have found another way. Stare for long enough at this cheerful chap, and all thoughts of horrible mouth-stitched-to-anus-until-everyone-chokes-on-faeces movies will be banished from your mind.

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Swimmers vs. trumpeters: the sexual battle royale

June 22, 2010

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Katy from south Wales wades in on the age-old quandary we considered in Episode 140:

I wanted to give you my insight to the question ‘Would you rather sleep with a swimmer or a trumpet player?’ I was rather, um, slaggish in uni and slept with a trumpet player AND a few swimmers (swimmers are rather slaggish too! Could have been why I joined the swim team) and I would definitely say that swimmers are much better. They have the hip action and are not as shy!

Informative, but a one-woman survey needs corroboration if we are to solve this question scientifically. So please, consider very carefully, then answer us this:

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Turkey eggs: the inside scoop

June 22, 2010

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Rowena from New Zealand is fully qualified to put to bed the turkey eggs question from Episode 139. Why? Because she grew up on a turkey farm, that’s why:

Turkey eggs are slightly larger than chicken eggs, their shells are a bit harder to break and their yolks are larger and more yellow than orange.

Ironically I don’t actually eat eggs so couldn’t tell you first hand what the taste is like, but I know my family prefer them to chicken eggs and when I asked my mum she said, “They’re more wholesome and heaps better for you because the turkeys are happy (I think she was just saying that because our turkeys are free range!) and the yolk is a little thicker and richer.” So that’s straight from the turkey farmer’s wife!

We don’t usually sell our eggs as we use them all for hatching more turkeys but do sell the cracked ones that we can’t incubate locally if people want them.

Thanks for assuming the yolk of responsibility, Rowena. I think we’ve finally cracked this mystery. We shell wonder no more. Etc.

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Making up muck-up day

June 15, 2010

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Thanks everyone for sending in your tales of muck-day, to fill Olly in on what he missed at his happy hippy school. This one from Alice tickled us particularly:

The best school prank I have heard of was at a friend’s sister’s school: they stole 4 sheep and labeled them 1,2,3 and 5 and set them loose in the school, causing mayhem as the teachers tried to find the elusive sheep no. 4!

“What a hoot!” we thought.

Until we ploughed further through our inbox, and found the very same story from nigh a dozen different sources! And we know they’re not all regaling us about the same sheep jape, as the different versions were geographically diverse, took place at various points over the past decade, and sometimes starred goats rather than sheep. Further lighting the gaslamp of suspicion was the fact that none were first-hand accounts, all being as indirect as Alice’s friend’s sister. So:

HAVE ANY OF YOU ACTUALLY DONE THIS PRANK?

REALLY?

We’ll believe you only if you provide supplementary evidence. As Luke has:

I attended Christ’s Hospital school in the 80s – you know the one, where Gene Simmonds did the Rock School shit for Channel 4 some years ago, with the daft uniforms and grandiose architecture.

Here are some photographs of the final day of the year and the japes that were performed by leavers. Always unsanctioned, rarely punished, they were an early introduction into anarchy lite.

The Waller Bus pushed by leavers into the main quad, where these events usually occurred overnight, thus affording the entire school a view of the efforts as we marched (yes, marched) into breakfast.


Toilet doors removed and stacked elegantly.


Bread crates.

See? That is how you get us to believe in your pranks. Love your work with the toilet doors, Luke.

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transcontinental breakfast

June 9, 2010

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As a good example of a multinational listener, Brett, 18, from Caithness but born in America, is well-placed to comment upon last week’s consideration of the term ‘continental breakfast’:

I was always taught that it was named as such because it was what George Washington’s army ate during the American Revolution. This army was called the continental army, and its popularity spread from there – at first as a patriotic thing, then as just a standard name for a meal.

Not sure how true this is, but its makes a lot of sense when you think that a continental breakfast consists of mostly cold food – heating food would require a fire, meaning tinder etc (which wasn’t always available in the season of the war), and would also result in being spotted by the enemy.

The cold food sounds about right, but we’re having trouble imagining George Washington’s army eating defrosted croissants, stewed prunes and toffee-flavoured yoghurt in the field. Anyone else with a suggestion? Oh, hello there, Vasco:

In your last episode you were talking about breakfasts, and funny enough you compared a Portuguese with a Danish one. Funny because I’m Portuguese and my girlfriend is Danish.

I can tell you first hand that the breakfasts of both countries do overlap quite a lot, just like the majority of continental Europe.
Both are based on fresh bread or pastry (croissant) with butter, cold meats, cheese, accompanied by fresh juices, some milk or yoghurt with cereal, and lots of coffee. The only distinct difference is that Danes also like to have liver pâté on their bread.

Aaah. Two nations, so different in geography, culture and climate, united by breakfast. No wonder it’s the most important meal of the day.

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Phallus and Filet

June 8, 2010

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We thought it was really only women’s mags that took an interest in the matter, but according to listener Gareth, academia has scrutinised the wang-shoe ratio too:

With regards to the penis and shoe size question:

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/18828221
– Harvard Men’s Health Watch
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/12230622 – British Journal of Urology International

Two science papers, researching the myth. First can’t read and too lazy to search, second says no correlation.

Dammit! I’m going to have to scratch those plans for my new business selling clown shoes to insecure gentlemen.

Confession time now, featuring the following revelation from Joe from New Hampshire:

I am one of the few who always ate Filet O’ Fish at McDonald’s. Even as a child I preferred the fish over burgers. In later years I worked at McD’s and only ate Filet (don’t you dare call it Fish!).

Don’t worry, I won’t! I fear Poseidon rising through my bathtaps to smite me down for insinuating that any of the inhabitants of His kingdom might be present in the substance that McDonalds terms ‘fish’.

One notable fact about the sandwich. During a normal lunch hour we would sell 2-3 Filet sandwiches. BUT, if it was raining you could count on selling at least 20! This happened virtually without fail and the enormity of the disparity baffled me.

I notice to this day that I, myself, crave fish when it rains. So, answer me this: do you wish for fish when it rains or have you noted this phenomenon for yourselves?

Can’t pretend I have; but readers, have you noticed your own stomachs associating water falling from the sky with a lunch of aquatic creatures? If enough of you have, we can probably get that quirk upgraded to a Syndrome, and Joe can lend his surname to it. Dare to dream.

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Illustrated podcast

June 1, 2010

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Let’s take a quick break from all these words to admire a couple of pictures sent in by two listeners.

'Team AMT' by James

'Answer Me This!' by Stephen

Lovely work, gentlemen; worthy additions to the AMT Gallery, the rest of which you can see HERE. And, if the fancy takes you, send in your own AMT artworks to be hung on our virtual walls!

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wedding fail

June 1, 2010

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This is one of the sadder emails we’ve received at Answer Me This!:

Dear Helen,

I’m listening to Podcast #136 and after stating you will not have bridesmaids, I burst into tears and have been sobbing nonstop. I was married in October 2008 and was unable to have the wedding I wanted because my mother in-law is batshit crazy and my husband is a spineless momma’s boy.

I am from Portland, Oregon and just wanted a small civil ceremony with a few close friends in the mountains. We ended up having a large, extremely formal extravaganza in Philadelphia where my husband’s family resides. I despised every minute of it and faked my happiness the entire evening. All of my wedding photographs are in a box in the attic because I cannot bring myself to display them as I do not want to see anything that reminds me of that awful process to have her wedding.

Best of luck to you, Helen. I hope you are able to have everything as you like it.

Seems rather inappropriate to make our usual glib remarks at this juncture; but if any of the rest of you have similar melancholies vexing your pasts and you need to vent, please do so in the comments, and hopefully everyone will feel a bit lighter afterwards.

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for filet’s sake

May 17, 2010

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We always enjoy it when you listeners share your insider knowledge when we speak of something relating to your various occupations. So thanks are due to Wade in Mansfield for illuminating us as to the filet-o-fish-buying demographic:

I work at McDonalds, and I can safely say that the people who eat a filet-o-fish are
– Indians
– Middle aged women
– One of the idiots who works with me.

If I ever have to make a fillet-o-fish, i scream “FFS” in an attempt to make the customer realise what an awkward shit they are being. Why would you come to McDonalds for a fricken cheap piece of fish in a shit piece of steamed bread and some minging tartar sauce?

Well, that’s another question entirely. Ours not to reason why, Wade.

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keys in cakes

May 12, 2010

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Last week Olly feigned surprise at the trope of files being baked into cakes to enable prison escapes. Sarah in Oklahoma ripostes:

You need to watch more cartoons, Olly! While Bugs doesn’t have a cake with a file he does have a pickaxe and map disguised as a loaf of bread.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMx_RlzR2Ro
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_House_Bunny

Evidently Olly not only needs to watch more cartoons, but also brush up on his Irish history, as observed by Stephen:

The controversial Irish politician Eamonn De Valera escaped from Lincoln Jail using a key smuggled in in a cake.

Thanks Sarah and Stephen! So we’ve now got pickaxes, map-bread and key-cakes, but still no files in cakes. Come on people, anyone know of one? Tell us in the comments! Alternatively you can tell us about the many ridiculous things you’ve tried to smuggle into prisons at one stage or another, but we don’t want anyone to get into trouble.

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Dubai vs. Dubai

May 12, 2010

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Last week we suggested that Dubai sounds like hell on earth, on the grounds of it being a) super-hot; b) a permanent building site; c) full of drunk Brits with sunstroke. That argument still looks good to us. But not to some of you, least of all Louise in Dubai:

You are so wrong Dubai is brilliant.

Tell you what else is brilliant: commas!

I live here and love it and, helen, it isn’t sexist that much I think you are getting Dubai mixed up with saudi arabia where women aren’t even allowed to drive. Dubai isn’t that hot last winter it got down to 12C and last summer it got up to 60C and you can go back to the UK. It’s not Dubai’s fault that tourists don’t check the temperatures.

PLEASE can you apologize to the whole of Dubai.

I could. But it would literally mean nothing.

Then we received the following counter-argument from Joe in Dubai:

i thought i would pass on my knowledge after being in Dubai for 12 years.

1, The Burj Khalifa is an Armani hotel on the bottom, Spa in the middle and apartment on the top. The aquarium did leak due to the shitty building standards.

2,The shaped like a sail IS the Burj Al Arab.

3, Helen, it is A) really hot in the summer months, winter is heaven on earth.
B) it is modern in some places but the government has epically failed in trying to embrace western rules
C) IT IS the most sexist and RACIST place i have ever visited (and ive been to Louisiana)

Marting the sound man ( you are amazing by the way) IT IS a muslim state which is a complete nightmare.
Helen (again) all the brits DO come out here and get all drunk and sunburnt which is rather funny, and yes they do get arrested, and there is a HUGE debate about that in the papers over here.
I am a long time listener, and completely blown out the water that you talked about dubai.

PS it really is hell on earth dont ever come here because you will be ripped off and disappointed. 😀

Well, now we don’t know whom to believe! Mike in Dubai, your email is the tiebreaker:

Apropos your ill informed rant about Dubai last week:-

– stop right there, Mike! I think you’ll find our rant was addressed to stupid Brits going over to abuse Dubai and forgetting that they are still expected to remain civilised, even though it’s sunny there.

Answer Me This:
Have any of you ever been to Dubai?
If you should wish to venture here I will gladly show you the old preserved heritage areas; the two hotels, apartments and office in the Burj Khalifa and the freedom which women enjoy – both local and visitors.

It’s really not the most appealing holiday prospect to any of us, but ta ever so for the offer.

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