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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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Misty water-coloured memories…

May 25, 2010

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Here’s a good question from Jim from Tewkesbury, aged 29 and 11/12ths:

I recently had a dream about my first crush, who I haven’t thought about for years.

On waking I obviously thought of you guys, so, Helen and Olly, answer me this: who were your first crushes, and how did their lives pan out without you holding them back?

Olly’s became an interior designer. Helen later went out with hers for three years, shortly after which he gained himself a wife and three children. Martin the Sound Man’s is lost to the sands of time (ie he has no idea, but she’s probably safe and sound somewhere. Isn’t she, Martin? ISN’T SHE?).

So what do you reckon, readers? Are our first crushes the winners in this equation? And what became of your own first crushes? Go forth to the comments and tell us, please!

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Merry old England

May 24, 2010

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Readers, Americans need your help to enjoy their jaunts to Britain! Firstly, Annie from Eugene, Oregon:

I’m going to London this summer, and as a huge theatre fan I figured I’d ask you: What shows should I see? What shows should I drag my non-theatre-loving boyfriend to?

Any ideas? Stick them in the comments below (unless those ideas are sending her to American shows that have arrived in London five years later with an inferior cast. Or Stomp). Then restoke the fires in your brain on behalf of Crystal from Baltimore:

I am going on vacation to England during the first week of June. When I asked my little brother what kind of souvenir he would like, he requested a smashed penny. In the U.S. there are these sort of machines in touristy places with big cranks, you put two quarters (for payment) and a penny (for smashing) into a slot, and then turn the crank. The machine sort of presses the penny flat and puts a little relief picture of the place you’re at or something iconic on it. He’s got smashed pennies from a lot of places in the U.S., but I’ve suddenly realized you don’t use our money in England.

Helen and Olly, answer me this: Are there smashed pence machines?

None that I’ve ever seen. Though there are quite a lot of smashed pennies on the pavement, if your brother doesn’t mind a souvenir covered in dirt and pigeon shit.

If not, what might be a nice England-y present for a five-year-old boy? I’m willing to spend slightly more than the equivalent of 51 cents, I love him that much.

That truly is love… It generally seems to us that abroadniks enjoy souvenirs which riff on classic Britacular stuff like the red buses, phoneboxes and black cabs (rather than the binge drinking and high teen pregnancy rates), and in places like museum stores you might find some excellent phonebox-shaped objects and toy wooden buses which would be ticklish to the average five-year-old. But it’s been a while since we were five, or were bought a souvenir of the city in which we live, so please deliver your own suggestions in the comments.

P.S. The tour of southern England we are taking involves spending an afternoon in Tunbridge Wells. Is there anything there we shouldn’t miss?

Well, I’d suggest missing Tunbridge Wells. But if you must insist upon going there, then after your inevitable trip to the Georgian wonderland that is the Pantiles, pay a quick visit to the nearby ancient bookshop where I used to work. If you suffer from dust allergies, take a breathing mask.

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Money for nothing

May 23, 2010

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Here’s a question from Mark in London:

Like most teenagers I am broke, and am looking for some quick ways of making money. I turn 18 in a couple of weeks and was thinking of selling a few of my little soldiers at a sperm bank, or possibly doing some clinical trials.

So answer me this, is that a good idea?! Do you know any ways that I can make some money?!

Look at us. We spend most of our working week doing a podcast for free. Of course we don’t know any ways to make money!

But readers, if you can think of some means for an unscrupulous teen to increase his monies, then please let him know in the comments.

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blueberry arse shame

May 19, 2010

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Get ready to point and laugh at Amber from Kansas:

The set up: One day at work about three weeks ago I was offered chocolate covered blueberries while sitting at my desk. Later, I went home, threw my work clothes in the dirty clothes basket and that was that.

Last week as I was doing the laundry I pulled out the pair of pants I wore on blueberry day and couldn’t help but notice the ENORMOUS chocolate stain that coated the backside of these pants, all the way down the crack toward the crotch. It really and truly looked like I had taken a shit IN the pants and it had leaked out the seams. Apparently I had dropped one of the blueberries in my lap, sat on it, and it had melted all over my ass.

The thing is, I walk around frequently at work to fetch things, and I know, I just KNOW that I passed someone in the hall blissfully unaware of my ill-placed chocolate stains. The pants are black, but really, the chocolate was caked on. It would be impossible to miss. So the next day at work, even though my stains occurred weeks before, I was mortified and couldn’t look anyone in the face.

So Helen and Olly, to alleviate my intense embarrassment, can you tell me what your worst retro-active embarrassing moments are?

If we haven’t already shared them in the podcast (and longtime listeners will have had more than enough of our embarrassments), it’s because they make us wince so much that our spines would become permanently misshapen and our skulls would cave in from the internal screaming.

But hopefully you guys suffer from no such reservations, so head into the comments and share your shame!

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Lie back and think of England

May 17, 2010

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Like many of you, I imagine, I didn’t particularly want to hear Olly answer the following question from Johnny from Bromsgrove:

What strategies do you employ to “keep the wolf from the door” (as Alan Partridge would say) when enjoying a loving moment?

When giving me a hand job, my girlfriend says “peekaboo” on the downstroke, which does the job for me.

A vivid glimpse into the private lives of people I’ve never met; thanks Johnny. What an image. Readers, if any of you feel compelled to share your own anti-ejaculant thoughts, you’re welcome to do so in the comments. Personally I’m surprised reference to Alan Partridge doesn’t do the trick.

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Ian from Florida seeks Jewish princess

May 6, 2010

As you will hear in Episode 134, we tried to help out Ian from Florida, who says he is bombing on JDate.

Using the fruits of your combined romantic wisdom, can you tell him why? Check out Ian’s profile HERE, then head to the comments on this post to give him constructive advice to find the girl of his dreams. Be pithy, be useful, be kind: Ian seems a very pleasant young man, and we’re keen to help him find a ladyfriend, so any meanies will feel our wrath.

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Soviet success

May 5, 2010

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Here is a plea from Annabelle in Durham, North Carolina:

I am a junior in high school in the US. This summer, I am getting paid by the State Department to go to Russia for two months and learn Russian (I feel just like James Bond).

They have sent me various safety handbooks, mostly full of slightly scary things like “We are not saying to lie if you are gay and say you are straight while in Russia, we are just saying the Russian police like to brutalize pride parades” and “Dealing with misogyny and sexual harassment while in Russia”, as well as several things that don’t really affect me, telling us how much trouble we will be in for drinking or going to clubs.

Answer me this: is there any advice you would give to a teenage girl regarding being in Russia?

Well, when I was 15 I went to stay in a suburb of Moscow, where I learnt that to fit in with the native teenage girls you need to wear tinsel in your hair and be an enthusiastic advocate of Bon Jovi. But times have changed since 1995 – just ask the band Menswe@r – so if any of you have more up-to-date advice for Annabelle in her Russian adventure, please bestow it in the comments.

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bad dates

April 29, 2010

** Click here for Episode 132 **

I’m sure most hot-blooded ladies are turned on by the sight of Christian Bale running around with the chainsaw then talking to Willem Dafoe, but evidently not Emma, who says:

Some years back, when I was a singleton and American Psycho was in cinemas, I agreed to a date with a seemingly normal chap. When he called to arrange the data he was pretty insistent that American Psycho would make an ideal first date film. I did not agree. Somehow I feel that female mutilation, extreme violence and rape do not make the best start to a relationship. In the end I told him I would rather not go out with him at all and, after a few more phone calls to try and sell me the American-Psycho-ideal-first-date thing, he gave up. I still feel that I probably escaped a bit of a nutter.

So Helen and Olly please answer me this: What is the worst date you have ever been on, or almost been on?

It’s hard for any of us to answer this question: partly because we’ve all been in our respective relationships that dating seems a very distant memory; partly because we’re English and, back in our single prime, people here never went on dates – they just got drunk and molested each other. That was the native form, until internet dating came along and made people more courtly/completely perplexed by the whole process.

But hey, let’s kick off our own My Very Worst Date-style thread right here: readers, head to the comments and blab about YOUR own dating horror-stories. I could pretend it was for some noble purpose, but it’s obviously so we can all have a jolly chuckle at your expense. Go forth and enable.

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Mustard Creams

April 29, 2010

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Here’s a half-pound of foodular fun from Patrick:

I initially dismissed Wasabi Pringles as being an odd flavouring for a crisp, but after trying them, POW! I’m hooked. Wasabi flavouring and MSG seem to have a strangely euphoric effect on me, especially during times of stress…

So, Answer Me This… What strange flavourings or food combination have won you round?

Readers, since we at Answer Me This! have discussed the peculiarities of our palates enough – as evidenced by the fact that wasabi-flavoured Pringles seem like nothing but a sensible combo to us – it is time for you to share your own favourite wrong-snacks instead. Chutney-flavoured Mars Bars? Tea-flavoured Hula Hoops? Twig-flavoured Twiglets? Pray tell all in the comments!

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Village amusements

April 21, 2010

** Click here for Episode 131 **

With the sun out and the May Day bank holiday fast approaching, this email from Jim from Tewkesbury seems timely:

Referring to the swan- and duck-related banter in episode 129, I thought I
would share with you a game invented by a lady of my late acquaintance, namely Duck Racing (the game, not the lady).

This involves throwing bread at one side of the pond, then when all the competitors have gathered together, throwing bread to the other end of the pond. The race is immediately underway and the big stakes can be laid down. Winner takes all.

So, Helen and Olly, answer me this; what do you do to spice things up when indulging in the ever-popular British pastime of “going to some town or village for the afternoon”?

You mean you’ve exhausted the pleasures of the pub/tea-room/post office/churchyard/horse show/National Trust property before the afternoon is out? You must live at the speed of light, Jim from Tewkesbury. But readers, what can you suggest for people looking to adopt this sort of pastime? Head to the comments to tell us all how to enjoy ourselves in the minor conurbations of Great Britain.

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Dear John

April 5, 2010

** Click here for Episode 129 **

Apply yourselves, please, to this little pickle on behalf of Rukaiya from Nigeria:

Please answer me this:
What’s the best way to tell a guy you’re not interested in a relationship without sabotaging the friendship???

One simple method is to start seeing someone else and parading him in front of poor old Muggins as if unaware of the latter’s interest, although we admit it’s not a sensitive manoeuvre. Readers, any other ideas? Head to the comments to tell Rukaiya how to break a foolish heart!

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