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

May 9, 2013 by

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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 by

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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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May 7, 2013 by

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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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EPISODE 255 – you can’t build up to the Shewee

May 2, 2013 by

Hello listeners,

We really hope you didn’t first hear the sad news about JLS on Answer Me This! Episode 255. If you did, please accept our condolences at this difficult time.

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Through our veil of grief, today we discuss:

fruit PDA
inappropriate gifts
Volvos
proofreading Pitbull’s party anthems
Pop Star to Deer Farmer
Abz from 5ive
bangs
Andre 3000 + Beyonce covering Winehouse
porn prodigies
Paul Torrisi
Olly’s mum’s sex tips
and
Olly’s cat’s arsehole.

Plus: Olly’s not so much house-hunting as Costco cupboard-hunting; Michelle Obama makes Helen weepy; and if unlike Martin the Sound Man’s parents you DO want to listen to his albums, get them from thesoundoftheladies.com. Perfect soundtrack for gardening and cat funerals.

In this week’s Bit of Crap on the App (available for iDevices and Android) we consider the ridiculousness of reading about Web 2.0 via Web 0.0, ie print media, which is going the way of JLS before too long.

We don’t intend to go anywhere soon, though, so do send us your QUESTIONS for forthcoming episodes: leave voicemails on the Question Line by calling 0208 123 5877 or Skype ID answermethis; or email answermethispodcast@googlemail.com.

Bye!

Helen & Olly

PS Revisit our previous discourse about the male and female symbols in AMT96 and JLS in AMT187.

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

May 1, 2013 by

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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 by

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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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Artextinction

May 1, 2013 by

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To solve AMT254 mystery of the continuing existence of Artex, Pete has written in to say:

My dad works for Artex, and I can reveal that one of their biggest sellers is a sort of plaster stuff for covering up horrible Artex.

Makes you wonder if that’s what they had in mind all along.

I can accept that conspiracy theory far easier than I could accept the notion that there are still people out there who actually wish to smear Artex all over their interiors. Of their houses, I mean. What you people do with your own bodies is none of my damn business.

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EPISODE 254 – wretched ballsport

April 25, 2013 by

Good morning!

In Answer Me This! Episode 254, we consider whether it’s acceptable to share creamy substances with your partner in public. Ice cream, that is. What did you think we meant, you dirty birdy?

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We also discuss:

netball
space food
Artex
AMT wedding lists
Tanzanian supu vs. Jewish chicken soup
tiger penis vs. whitebait penis
the Kennedy Space Center gift shop
greetings card inspiration
cleaning up after your parents
goat lungs
and
Nossex.

Plus: there’s only one Olly Mann, apart from the other one (and the imposter one); Helen doesn’t know where you need to go to find stimulating material for your braces fetish, so don’t even bother asking; and Martin the Sound Man is crackers. But you can follow him on Instagram if you like crackers (or, eggs and pictures of clouds).

Speaking of clouds, we’re very happy to tell you that we’re now on SoundCloud! The AMT cumulonimbus is amassing and ready to rain podcasts on you at SoundCloud.com/answermethis.

In this week’s Bit of Crap on the App (available for iDevices and Android) we throw shade at one of the biggest menaces of the 21st century: cupcakes. Crapcakes, more like! Amirite?

It just remains for us to request your QUESTIONS for forthcoming episodes: leave voicemails on the Question Line by calling 0208 123 5877 or Skype ID answermethis; or email answermethispodcast@googlemail.com.

Bye!

Helen & Olly

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gaming the grabber

April 25, 2013 by

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Thanks to John, we now all know how to upset the fairground economy by loading up on horrible cuddly toys above the odds:

Last week when you discussed the grabby machine, Olly seemed amazed that the inquisitor’s friend had been successful at the ‘game’.

I would have shared this logical scepticism until on recent trip to Bournemouth I watched amazed as a scruffy-looking older bloke in a grubby mac was playing the machine and winning more or less every other go! He was putting the prizes in a big plastic bag.

After I’d been standing and watching aghast for about fifteen minutes or so, he told me to fuck off, picked up his bag of plushies (as our American cousins call them) and left. I watched him cross the road to a similar arcade, take a key out of his pocket, open the window of the grabby machine and pour all the prizes from his bag into it! A very low cost restocking.

In case you wonder, his technique was to use the initial go to not grab but hook with just one hook causing the teddy or similar fluffy grotesque to roll on top of the stack, then due to its elevated position the grabber could take a firm grip on the next go. His success rate was extremely high!

I have since tried this technique with a modicum of success. I think looking out for recently filled machines is key to the level of success he enjoyed.

That man really has it made. He gets to enjoy all the fun of the grabbing (a questionable amount) and he’s supplying his own business all the while. I don’t know why he’s not wearing a smart business suit, but maybe the grubby mac is his equivalent of Steve Jobs’s perennial t-shirt. He’s so successful, he doesn’t need his clothes to brag about it.

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taking stock

April 24, 2013 by

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Since AMT252, you’ve been telling us about your unpleasant food surprises. Amy in Toronto regrets this light refreshment:

In the summer when I was 8 or 9 I was super thirsty and poured a glass of what I thought was iced tea over some ice cubes. I took a huge long drink (as you do when you are super thirsty) just to realize my mother had put beef stock in the fridge in what she usually made iced tea. My stomach heaved and I gagged, didn’t throw up but felt sick for hours afterward.

To this day, some 40 years late, I feel physically ill and strong revulsion when I think about it. So gross.

Congratulations, Amy; that’s even worse than the paella I made with elderflower cordial instead of chicken stock. You may think that doesn’t sound too bad, but imagine prawns with elderflower, or chorizo with elderflower, or onion with elderflower. If your imagination is at all accurate, it will tell you that that is NOT an agreeable combo.

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Disney career change

April 24, 2013 by

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It’s a double dose of Disney on the site today, with this update from Chesca:

This is a very delayed follow up to episode 238 where I asked for advice on whether I should go work in Disneyworld in Orlando.

After a lengthy waiting process and being wait listed for a few months, I found out in February that I got the job!! I start in August.

Are there any questions you would like me to find out for you while I’m working for The Mouse?

Readers, go to the comments to post your Disney queries for Chesca to address when she embarks upon her spying missionnew career.

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Fraud in the stone

April 24, 2013 by

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Herron has written in with eye-witness experience of the Disney sword in the stone experience as speculated upon in AMT253:

As of 2006, it was still being done. My wife & I took our 2 boys, ages 4 and 7 at the time, to Disneyland in California. Merlin (long white beard, purple robe & hat) gathered people around a rock with an anvil on it and a sword handle sticking out of the anvil. He had some burly man try to pull the sword out but (ha ha ha) no go. Then, Merlin called to my older son, Cole, to try. Shazam….he pulls the sword up (though it never came completely out … Merlin’s good, but Disney lawyers are more powerful). There were cheers; burly man looks sheepish; all are happy.

Contrary to what you said, there was no ruling over the Magic Kingdom for the day (just as well, not sure I want to live in a land ruled by a 7-year-old). He got to wear a crown for about 30 seconds. But he did get to take home a special medallion.

Kris has also written in with the inside scoop on this magical weapon-pulling. WARNING: If you don’t want THE MAGIC RUINED, do not continue reading this post. If your eyes are still following these words, we are NOT responsible for the destruction of your dreams. Ok? Kris says:

I’ve worked at Disneyland Paris now for ten years, in the show department, imagineering and I’m even one of the voices on the phone when you call Disney.

I felt I should settle the discussion about the sword in Fantasyland. I’m afraid it really isn’t that exciting and does spoil the magic slightly.

Quite simply there are two swords. The sword that is there during the day is only a partial sword that is bolted to the floor. It has a slit through the blade where the bolt attaches that allows it to move up and down slightly but will never come loose. (You can hear it clinking when you try.)

There is a tiny door themed into the side of the rock which a technician can access the bottom of the blade and release it. I’m afraid no mechanics, no tricker, no clever release.

In the past, when they have done show with merlin the sword is simply changed prior and after the show. Most times in the shows it isn’t even release and just comes further out of the rock.

(Disclaimer, this is only true at Disneyland Paris – the other parks could be very different.)

Sorry to spoil the magic.

I’m crushed, Kris. CRUSHED. But not so crushed that I can’t wonder what an ‘imagineer’ is and how I can become one.

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