Archive for the ‘extracurricular questions’ Category

porn pal

May 29, 2013

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Joe in Oxford could be getting himself into a sticky situation, in more ways than one:

My wife has a friend, who now does porn.

How annoyed would my wife have the right to be if I watched her friend’s videos, on a scale of 1 – mildly annoyed, to 10 – divorce?

Readers, go to the comments to express Joe’s wife’s annoyance in a number; but you may not want to waste your time, since he’ll have obviously watched the videos by now anyway regardless of the potential spousal fury.

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moving on

May 28, 2013

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How soon is too soon, wonders Pat from Canada:

My nephew got married last summer to a woman he had lived with for two years.

Four months later he suspected that she was cheating on him and after Christmas we found our that they had separated but were in counseling.

A month ago we were told that they were getting a divorce.

Yesterday I found out that my nephew is already seeing someone.

While I want him to be happy and find a new soul mate, isn’t this all a bit too fast? Answer me this: how long after deciding to divorce should someone wait before starting to date again?

Readers, if you believe there is an appropriate set period of singletude, or if you have designed an equation to calculate that period in proportion to the length of relationship, share in the comments.

Personally, I don’t see the harm if Pat’s nephew is just having a not-to-serious time with a new paramour, moving on with a fun fling, salving the wounds left by his cheating partner.

If, however, he and his ladyfriend are already dressing alike, running non-essential errands to Ikea, making wedding plans or buying adjacent burial plots, I can understand Pat’s concern. But since he’s an adult man with dominion over his own decisions, I’m not sure she can intervene. As an aunt myself, frankly I wouldn’t feel comfortable judging when my nephew was ready to love again, but my nephew is only five and a half years old so I can hazard a guess that he should play the field for another couple of decades at least.

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uninvitation

May 22, 2013

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I’m guessing from this email that listener Kate won’t be inviting her sister to her 26th birthday party:

In just under a week it’s my 25th birthday. Apart from the inevitable mild existential crisis, this means I’m having a barbecue. I’ve invited friends and I’ve invited my sister. My sister has then invited my mum. Please help me think of a way to un-invite her. I just wanted a nice relaxing afternoon eating meat in my back garden with my friends. I do not want either of my parents there! And if my mum is coming then I am forced to invite my dad and his new wife.

How how HOW can I make sure there are no parents at my barbecue without causing a big family fuss?

Readers, go to the comments and help the lady out. Oh pleeeeeeese. It’s her birthday.

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Eurovision: the aftermath

May 20, 2013

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Last Saturday’s Eurovision Song Contest has left you with many questions (aside from WHY DIDN’T GREECE WIN?). For instance, this one from Orpon:

This year the Eurovision Song Contest was held in Malmö, Sweden. This happens to be my hometown and I barely made it out of this frenzy alive.

For several weeks every year nothing else matters but the ESC and since it was held in Sweden this year it was much, much worse. Even if our prime minister should be murdered (again) I don’t think it would make the news if it happened during the ESC craze.

Answer me this: when so many European nations succumb to the ESC madness, why don’t the British care at all about it? Are you too good to hang out with the rest of us? Don’t you like feather boas, confetti and crappy music?

Oh, we Brits do like those things – but only through a veil of sneering irony. And it’s inaccurate to say that we don’t care at all – we care very much that the Britain scores as close to nul points as possible.

On to a question from one of the scornful Brits, Paul from Northampton:

I’m watching Eurovision and all the awful acts that are desperately trying to win with this awful Europop. So answer me this: if Britain wants to win so badly, why haven’t they enter One Direction, as everyone seems to love them for some reason?

I take issue with Paul’s assertion that Britain wants to win so badly; see my statement above, along with every British entry since Katrina and the Waves – Daz Sampson? Scooch? Bin Man Andy? Jemini??? These are NOT the entries of a country with victory in the crosshairs.

Plus, I think One Direction are a bit too busy at the moment. But previous experience indicates that in ten years or so, they’ll probably need the gig.

Finally, a question about the scoring system from Rikki from Dunfermline:

Why is there no number 9 or 11 in the Eurovision Song Contest?

Those numbers have been banished from the Eurovisional points allocation since 1975. They got rid of them because Björn Ulvaeus said they were the least poppy numbers under 100. Or maybe there’s a solid mathematical reason, such as it helps avoid tied votes, or something.

Readers, do you have any idea? Go to the comments and inform us all. I lost a large part of my brain during this year’s contest, and it was the part that made me willing to google this sort of shit.

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lookalike

May 16, 2013

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Here’s a different sort of mistaken identity question from Maria:

Every time my husband Bjorn meets someone new, the person usually says they feel like they have met him before. Men and women actually come up to us in pubs or when we are out shopping asking, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Numerous folk say, “Oh you remind me of someone I know” but can never seem to absolutely pinpoint who that person is.

He has been likened to Patrick Swayze, Jeff Bridges, Benny from Abba, Brad Pitt, Harrison Ford, Steve Martin – all of whom I personally think look totally different from each other and nothing like him.

Answer me this: how can one person look like so many different people to so many different people? And does he look like anyone you know?

Maybe he just has ‘one of those faces’? Perhaps its planes are arranged in a particular way that chimes with some sort of universal face-recognition. Or possibly his photo was used without his knowledge in a widespread public health advertising campaign, like this.

Readers, below is Bjorn’s face. Go to the comments to name the person of whom he reminds you. Personally I’m seeing the Jeff Bridges resemblance but not the other ones, although maybe the hat is overly influencing my judgement.

Bjorn pic

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that’s not my name

May 15, 2013

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Here’s a question from Oliver from Manchester. Not Olly, or Ollie, or Ol, or Ollingtons. OLIVER. Oliver says:

My name is Oliver, and when introducing myself to, lets say, a mutual friend, of a friend, of a friend, I will say ‘hello, I’m Oliver.’ Moments later this practical stranger will refer to me as ‘Olly’ even though I never said that was my name.

So answer me this, who is the toss-face in this scenario – the stranger for giving me a nickname even though the piss-weasel doesn’t know me; or me for going on about it?

You’re a bit of a toss-face for calling a stranger a piss-weasel (as am I, now, for just having done the same); however they are the bigger toss-face for being presumptuous.

We do receive this question a lot, and have encountered it in life as well – eg former AMTflatmate Matthew Crosby is always Matthew, NEVER Matt. Nonetheless, many people are unable to bypass their InstaMatt function.

It’s not a problem I have, because Helen is a name difficult enough to abbreviate that to do so feels too personal for most piss-weasels and toss-faces.

But, readers, if you are a Margaret-never-Maggie, a Ben-never-Benjamin, a Josh-not-Joshua or a Catherine-nary-Cathy, go to the comments and suggest a polite way for Oliver to correct the abbreviators. A cold, unresponsive stare until they give him the right name might work, but also runs the risk of compelling them to keep calling him ‘Oli’ just to piss him off.

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gap year ground rules

May 15, 2013

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How things have changed since my generation did gap years. Back then, in the late 90s, gap years were supposed to be twelve months of reckless headonism, under the guise of going abroad on a do-gooding expedition.* The new batch of school-leavers, though, are a bunch of SQUARES. Charlotte writes:

My friend has very recently (in the last few months) become (some might say excessively) close to a boy in our year. They are both adamant that their friendship is entirely platonic, despite constant speculation from our school peers. He is a bit of a rogue and has been labelled a ‘manwhore’ by some, while she is highly principled and generally repelled by that sort of behaviour.

They both wanted to take a gap year and, with nobody else to go with, have decided to spend most of the year in Africa together doing charity work. Both my friend and I are more than a little concerned about this plan since:

a) they have only relatively recently become friends and
b) they are generally quite incompatible (she’s extremely mature, him not so much).

Since they are both set on going, I suggested they make some ground rules. So far, I think they have:

1. no sexual tension
2. he can’t take drugs
3. he can’t leave her to go out and get drunk or go off with other girls.

He has agreed, although there was some dispute over the second and she is already being forced to compromise…

So Helen and Olly answer me this:
Do you think such an intense friendship that has developed so quickly between two complete opposites can be genuinely platonic? And if not, do you think their first ‘ground rule’ can actually be implemented?

Also, my friend would like you to suggest any other ground rules you think might help them? She is mostly concerned that his sexual frustration will drive him to come onto her, or abandon her for somebody else…

Erm, your friend can’t have it both ways. IF she – apparently – doesn’t want to have sex with him, she can’t reasonably prevent him having sex with other people. But, as she is trying to, I deduce that this friendship is as platonic as Clinton and Lewinsky, Ross and Rachel, Silvio Berlusconi and a teenage prostitute. They’re obviously going to cop off. Then they’ll spend most of the gap year in a cycle of tension → copping off again → rationalising why they should be ‘just friends’ → being jealous when the other one shows interest in someone else → tension → copping off, etc etc, with the occasional break for a spot of food poisoning.

Even if they don’t, here are the problem with your ground rules so far:

Rule 1. You can’t legislate for that sort of thing. Either it’s there, or it’s not. They can only choose whether or not to act upon it.
Rule 2. If he’s already disputing that before they even go, it may make drug use an even greater temptation, especially as
Rule 3 makes your friend sound like an ABSOLUTE KILLJOY.

She’s being ‘forced to compromise’, whereas he’s being forced to change all of his ways. I don’t think this will work out very happily for your friend, unless she gets a VIP ticket to the drugboozeorgy that his inevitable rebellion will probably result in.

Readers, do go to the comments and add some useful ground rules for Charlotte’s friend and her reformation project. I’d opt for Rule 4: lighten up, kids, and stop making ground rules for everything, because there’ll be plenty of opportunities when you’re older to stop yourselves having any fun.

*Not mine, though. I spent nearly all of it sober, in a long-term relationship, living with my parents and working six days a week for minimum wage in an antiquarian bookshop in Tunbridge Wells. I’ve never been much of a headonist.

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“Jamaica?” “No, she went of her own accord.”

May 9, 2013

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Here’s quite a tricky question from Damon:

I’m a gay man who lives in a medium-sized midwestern city. My mother lives in a smaller city, and is your typical midwestern housewife type. She is very sweet, moderately conservative and church-going. She’s a bright person, but not very worldly, and has rarely, if ever, travelled outside of her state.

Out of the blue this past year, she called me and said that she has always wanted to go to Jamaica, and that since I’m the only person she knows who has travelled extensively, she’d like me as a travel companion on her “once in a lifetime” trip to Jamaica.

I do not know why the sudden interest in Jamaica. She says it’s the beaches she’s seen in travel brochures and the adorable accents that she finds fascinating.

As a gay man, I have a problem with Jamaica, as it is a homophobic country. I’m not usually very political, but I don’t like the idea of spending tourist dollars in a place that is so culturally backward when it comes to gay rights. That said, my mother insists that she pays for everything, as this is her treat, and as both a birthday gift for me and a thanks for accompanying her, so it’s not really my money.

I asked if she’d like to see any other Caribbean islands, or if it has to be Jamaica, and she simply replied “I want to go to Jamaica.”

So answer me this: do I stick to my political beliefs and refuse to go to Jamaica, even though I’m not paying for it, or do I honor my mother’s wishes, hold my nose, and go anyway? I know that my mother is not aware of the ways GLBT men and women are treated in Jamaica, and isn’t interested in supporting it, but she’s also very fixated on this vacation.

Also, if I do go, is it fair that I talk her into getting cornrows done in her hair, as so many women who visit the islands do, as a wicked revenge?

Readers, help out.

Obviously whichever option you choose, she’ll be having the cornrows as well. Dyed to match the rainbow flag.

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reading matter

May 8, 2013

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Surprising news arrives from the provinces from Sarah from Gateshead:

I was in my local library and in the literary criticism section I found your book next to JEREMY CLARKSON’S. So, answer me this… what the fuck?

I know – no wonder the bookshops are all on the fast train to oblivion if they can’t even alphabeticise authors properly!

You may also question why our book and Mr Clarkson’s are filed under ‘literary criticism’, a section usually filled with the works of F.R. Leavis and Harold Bloom rather than, er, toilet reading. Well, it’s quite simple. In our book, there is very lengthy analysis of Michael Bay’s video for Meat Loaf’s ‘I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)’, which is of such totemic significance to 20th century art that it has been officially recategorised as literature. And Jeremy Clarkson’s book is literature which people like to criticise.

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IOU

May 7, 2013

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‘Money lent to a friend will be recovered from an enemy,’ says whoever it is who sits in the back rooms of Hallmark who composes depressing proverbs that they can’t use in the mainstream greetings cards. And two AMT listeners have lately discovered this first-hand. Elly, a first year student in London, writes:

When I first started university last September I mostly hung out with the people from my halls including a trip to the OXO Tower bar around Christmas.

I paid for the whole table on my card, so we weren’t sat there dividing it all up, and I then calculated exact amounts including service charge which everyone paid back… except one.

When I asked him for the £15 (he spent the least on the table therefore is a stingy nob anyway) he said that I claimed he didn’t have to pay me back because he did me a favour that night (can’t remember what it was, I think get my phone back from someone, anyhow).

After we discussed this I said he could pay me back half after some argument. I don’t think this is fair, I paid for him and he is refusing to pay me back, regardless of whatever cocktail-induced deal I made.

It’s now been several months and I have seen nothing of the £8 let alone £15 he actually owes me despite me mentioning it several times.

I know it’s only £15 but I’m totally skint and I don’t like the fact he hasn’t paid me. We move out of halls in early June and I know I won’t see him afterwards because I don’t really hang out with those uppity ‘let’s spend our student loan in an expensive bar to look cool’ types.

What do I do?!

What do you do? Grit your teeth, forget about it and try to move on. Although you need the money, and it is rightfully yours, he’s obviously not going to give it to you, and it’ll cost you more than you’ve already lost to take him to the small claims court. And remember, although Shylock kind of had a point, he’s not exactly the good guy in The Merchant of Venice, is he?

Readers, if you disagree, go to the comments and give Elly advice for retrieving her lost dosh. While you’re there, perhaps you could also counsel Adam in Nottingham:

I recently went to an ice hockey game with a few friends. I offered to buy the tickets in advance and was happy to get the money on the day.

After buying the tickets, one of my friends said he now couldn’t go. I offered to try to sell the ticket for him, but wasn’t able to. On the day of the game I texted him and said, ‘You owe me for the ticket.’

On arrival at the match I noticed a massive queue of people waiting to buy tickets. I choose a guy at random and he agreed to buy my ticket. I offered him a couple of quid discount as a goodwill gesture. I then texted my mate again, telling him that I had managed to sell his ticket and that he only owed me the £2 I discounted (knowing full well that I was unlikely to see this).

When the rest of my friends arrived I told them what had happened; they said that I shouldn’t have told my friend that I’d sold his ticket, I should have got the cash from him AND kept the additional money from the man in the queue.

So answer me this:

Was I right to let my friend know that he didn’t owe me the full amount or should I have kept quiet, congratulating myself on a good bit of business?

Are all my friends out to rip me off? Am I really that naive?

Or can I take the high road, knowing I did the right thing?

You didn’t exactly do the right thing, did you? You just didn’t do the worst thing. While you may have exercised goodwill towards a random stranger, but you did rather pettily ask your friend for the £2, knowing that he was unlikely to pay it and also that it would hardly make a difference to your finances if he did; so I can only believe that your motive for bothering to mention the £2 was to make him feel a little guilty. Or, more likely, pissed off.

But since £2 is not a sum worth souring a friendship over, I have to wonder what your real beef is with this friend – not to mention your other ones as well! If you ever find yourself asking, ‘Are all my friends out to rip me off?’, your immediate follow-up question should be, ‘Where shall I find some replacement friends?’

If you like, you can test them by dropping a £2 coin on the floor then seeing whether they pick it up and return it to you, or slyly pocket it. But I warn you, Adam, it’ll be a lonely life.

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Two legs good. Four legs bad. Three legs…not sure

May 1, 2013

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Here’s Joe in Seattle again, but this time with a problem pertaining not to girls or ice cream cones. He writes:

I am trying to find a new home for a fluffy, three-legged cat that I have developed an allergy to. Answer me this: do you think three legs is a selling point for a cat? Or should I leave that detail out of the description of this cat I’m trying to get rid of?

That’s a tricky one. It might make some people feel sorry for the cat and therefore more obligated to take it on. On the other hand, responsibility for a cat with special needs might seem too much work to a potential cat-buyer.

One thing’s for sure, though: if you do leave out the detail the cat is lacking one leg, it seems deceitful. Yes, even if you supply a prosthetic leg along with the cat. The cat-buyer, upon discovering the absence of leg no.4, would be bound to feel vexed that you’d sold them an animal without the full complement of limbs – perhaps because they’re sticklers physical perfection, have OCD about odd numbers, or become furious when they feel they’ve been short-changed, eg when they buy a tube of Pringles and only later discover that someone ate the top two inches of the stack then replaced the tube on the supermarket shelf.

Anyway, listeners, what do you think Joe should do about his tripod cat? Limp to the comments to help him.

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bros before cappuccinos

May 1, 2013

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Here’s an email about love, both romantic and fraternal, from Freddie:

This is a question about the Bro Code, specifically the clauses that apply to girls.

As all Bros know, there are well defined criteria for ladies who are out of bounds, one of which being “Your friend specifically told you he wanted her.”

Here is my dilemma. I went to a local coffee shop with my housemate on Sunday. This was the first time I had visited said coffee shop, and I commented to him that I had suddenly fallen in deep, romantic love with one of the baristas. He then revealed he had been visiting this coffee shop himself for several months, expressly because he himself was also in love with her.

He has informed me in no uncertain terms that if I attempt to date the barista, it is in direct contravention of the Bro Code.

Answer me this: what’s a bro to do? I’ve been back to this coffee shop three times since then and I’m definitely in love with her. I plan on asking her out within a week whereas he hasn’t made a move in months. Can I ask her out and keep my Bro License?

I’m not best placed to answer this question; partly because I’m not a bro, but mainly because the word ‘bro’ is repugnant to me. Yes, even when people are using it with mild irony. It is like the linguistic equivalent of acid reflux.

So, to put it in language I CAN stomach: this is the same situation as arises in Chaucer’s ‘The Knight’s Tale‘ (AKA bros before prose). In that, they settle it because [600-year-old SPOILER ALERT!] the god Saturn intervenes and one of them dies so the other one gets the girl by default.

In your case, Freddie, rather than relying on a god and one of you dying, maybe you could simply see which of you the barista prefers – if indeed she is single, heterosexual and has any interest in either of you, because she is a SENTIENT WOMAN and not merely your prize. If she DOES like one of you, the other should retire from the contest with grace. If she likes neither, the Bro Code can continue to be adhered to without underlying disharmony.

If that solution is not satisfactory to you, hire a solicitor to comb the Bro Code for loopholes. But it’ll cost you.

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