You mentioned the performance of King Lear with Ian Holm in it. It was many years ago when I was doing my A Levels and happened to be studying King Lear. I went to see it! My friend Adam wangled the prized tickets off his parents.
As film fans, Adam and I rated Holm for his performance in Alien rather than The Borrowers, yet neither of us were expecting to see Ian Holm get his tadger out. Which he did to great effect whilst going mad because his daughters had given him the cold shoulder or whatever. It’s Lear’s own fault it was a bloody stupid idea in the first place (as I wrote in my A level).
Much later, whenever Lord of the Rings would come into a conversation, we would both state, ‘I’ve seen Bilbo’s knob’.
So my question is simply this:
Have any of the AMT team ever seen a famous member? And a smutty film or on the internet doesn’t count! It has to be in real life!
Olly saw Daniel Radcliffe’s wang when he was in Equus, but by extension of your rules, Chris, I don’t think theatrical cock-spots should be permitted either. Now that we’ve established the guidelines, readers, unleash your inner Pamela Des Barres and the comments and tell us about your encounters with famous members.
Richard from yumblog is not satisfied with Olly’s choice of musical beat-off material:
I have just listened to episode 151 and was amazed that you (and in particular Olly) were unable to name a single porno musical.
Just a cursory glance at my DVD collection reveals the family favourite Clitty Titty Gang Bang, the 1961 naval lark All hands on Dick, Julie Andrews’ hilarious portrayal of an aging twenties flapper in Thoroughly Modern Milf, Bob Fosse’s messy All That Jizz, the sharp-shooting Wild West fun of Annie up the Bum, George Gershwin’s saucy tale of incest Porking Aunt Bess, Peter Sellers and Goldie Horn in the British-made les-fest There’s a Girl on Girl in my Soup, the Busby Berkeley-choreographed Tea Baggers of 1933, James Cagney in Yank My Doodle Dandy, the double penetration classic Two Gentlemen do Veronica, the Tony Award-winning tale of Arthurian legend and bukakke Came a Lot, er, Anal Q, Oklahomo…
I could go on (but had better get back to work).
‘All That Jizz’ was on the shortlist of names for this podcast before we came up with ‘Answer Me This’. No kidding. Damn you Fosse for getting there first! (However we’re pleased to tell you that our other podcast ‘Porking Aunt Bess’ is still going strong.)
Of course, you’re already used to getting good advice from us. (Shut up!) But this week, we have some even better advice from broadcasting stalwart Paul Ross, which was instrumental in making Olly Mann the broadcasting stalwart he himself is today. Hear what it was here and here only, in Answer Me This! Episode 152:
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This week, we address subjects including:
90s collars
Benson & Hedges
The Saturdays
butterbear
Carr’s water biscuits
yuppie kids
evil spirits
Ciro Citterio
the Queen vs. Pixie Lott
Batman’s wedding
Hong Kong tailors
trangias
Terry’s Chocolate Lemons
ligatures
Warhorse
Ben Stiller’s workwear
the musical cleft
Luciano Pavarotti outstaying his welcome
ball-handlers
the Isle of Arran
and
&.
Furthermore: Olly is a staunch conservative when it comes to the appropriate composition of orange-flavoured foodstuffs; Helen’s innate scruffiness has dashed her telemarketing dreams; and Martin the Sound Man stands up for Tom Stoppard. Meanwhile, over on the app, Gaz from Jedburgh has a question about a problem we’re sure is common to a great many of you: nepotism in the forestry business.
Everyone who got a question answered in today’s episode needs to email us their postal address sharpish, so we can send along a free copy of the Answer Me This! book; everyone else needs to send us a QUESTION to be in with a chance to win a free book, along with an answer, of course. You know what to do: leave a voicemail on the Question Line 0208 123 5877 or Skype IDanswermethis, or email answermethispodcast@googlemail.com.
Help a lover out, readers: apply yourselves to this problem from Anonymous Girl:
I’ve been seeing this lovely guy for about five months. He’s very affectionate and sweet and caring, but he’s never told me he loves me.
I’m too scared to say I love him and risk some terrible knockback, and for all I know he might feel the same way. Or maybe he just doesn’t love me, yet. Or maybe he never will!
What should I do? What’s the normal time to tell someone you love them?
Judge-a-book-by-its-cover Corner now, thanks to this email from Helen in Hertford:
My friend’s mum is always telling her to never trust a man whose eyes are too close together. So answer me this: is there any truth in this, or is she just a bit prejudiced against people who aren’t making full use of the space on their face?
Physiognomists, go to the comments and tell us whether there is indeed any evidence to back up this (clearly absurd) theory; everyone else, go there to tell us about your own ludicrous stereotyping. For instance, my friend Al never trusts someone whose surname can also be a first name. Madness, I know! OK, your turn.
Sure, we’re callous, but we do enjoy hearing all about your irrational fears. So we were of course delighted to receive the following extraordinary email from Kate in Cambridge:
I am terrified of bananas. I hate everything about them and cannot stand to touch smell or even look at them without it sending shivers down my spine. Eurrrgh!
The problem is that people I meet find this very amusing, and try and conjure up different ways in which to torture me with bananas. My boyfriend learnt how scared I am the hard way, whilst only having been together a month, he came at me with a banana and in my fear and panic I slashed open his arm with a bread knife (I was cutting bread at the time and it was an accident).
Seven years down the line the scars have faded and he knows not to banana me anymore. So my question to you is, When new people find out about my banana fear how can I make them understand and stop them trying to torture me with bananas?
I’m afraid there is no way to make people understand a phobia of bananas. No way in the world. Our advice to you instead is to travel back in time to Second World War Britain, where even if you wanted to, you couldn’t get a banana for love nor money.
PS: Was Kate’s fear triggered by watching this at an impressionable age?
As promised, we’re back from our little break – Olly at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, Helen at the Wizarding World of her own living room – and without further ado, it’s time for Answer Me This! Episode 151:
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Rusty from our hiatus, we try to remember what that ‘conversation’ thingy is that we used to do, and harness the following subjects in the hopes that they’ll cumulatively become one:
dental floss sticks
inflated pig bladders
Mark Lawson
sexy Humpty Dumpty
minstrels Porn: The Musical vs. Les Mis
truth vs. not lies Tycoon with Peter Jones Terri Hall (not to be confused with Terry Hall) the Spitting Image Chicken Song
unequal phone relationships
crows
Stewart Lee
Paul Daniels
stoned assassins
the sack of Troy
the Hogwarts Express conductor
invisible dog leads
and
Brian Krakow.
Plus: Olly finally understands why he’s booked in for so many appointments at the GUM clinic; Helen wants praise for her more obscure career avenues, thanks; and Martin the Sound Man wants to see a bit more of Ian Holm. Quite a lot more, in fact. But if he can’t get Holm’s pants off, Caitlin Moran’s would be a welcome consolation prize.
This week’s bonus bit on the app is a question from Catherine about why a kitty is called a kitty. As in a financial kitty, not a cute wickle cat, though just the linguistic similarity is enough for Olly in his now inevitable slide into becoming one of these.
We crave your QUESTIONS for the new series, so deliver them to us in the form of a voice mail left on the Question Line 0208 123 5877 or Skype IDanswermethis; alternatively you can deliver them emailwise to answermethispodcast@googlemail.com. And, as we announced on today’s show: everyone who gets their question into an episode this month wins a copy of the Answer Me This! book! Yes, we’ve bloody well written a book. It comes out on 4th November. You can read a sample of it here where there are also links for pre-ordering it, if you are inclined to be an early adopter.
See you next week,
Helen and Olly
PS Here’s a family-friendly(ish) clip of Alice in Wonderland – An X-Rated Musical Fantasy. If you can make it past the actors speaking in rhyming couplets to anything even faintly stimulating, we salute you.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and a question from Pat from Canada:
My uncle passed away a few months ago. My mom (his sister) and I went to pick out a headstone for his grave and found it very hard to find an appropriate epitaph for him. You see, he was a miserable old fellow and was especially mean to my mother during the last five years of his life. Nothing anyone did for him was good enough.
So when we looked at the sample sayings to put at the bottom of the stone, we were stumped. Of course, we could have just selected something like “A friend to all” or “His smile lit up a room”, but we would be lying and anyone who knew him and visited the grave would know it, too!
So, answer me this: what is an appropriate phrase to put on a grave marker when the deceased wasn’t a very nice fellow?
Readers, you’re a tasteless bunch. Go forth to the comments and do your worst.
The following one from Dom in Twickenham is one which is replicated in screaming tones within my own head after every trip to the coiffurist:
Please answer me this, why do hairdressers NEVER give you the haircut that you want? And why can you never say that you are unhappy with the cut that they’ve given you?
Apparently, when I told my barber this morning that I ‘just want it shortened a bit’, he understood it to mean: “Make me look like a lesbian, please.”
Maybe he thought you look like someone who enjoys sex with women. Give the guy a break, Dom! Meanwhile, if any of you readers are hairdressers, go to the comments and explain your evil actions. And if any of you are hair perverts, you can also go to the comments and explain exactly why you keep bothering Maya:
I have a little dilemma that is slowly testing my passive nature. I’m black and people always touch my hair and want to play with it. I understand that the texture is different and somewhat intriguing, but I value my personal space. So, could you please answer me this: how do I tell people to stop touching me (even strangers) without coming across as rude and aggressive? I’m in danger of snapping someone’s hand off.
So, as we told you at the end of Episode 150, we’ve been asked to assist in the breaking of a world record. Stop laughing, it’s true! Finally, our athleticism will be recognised…oh, leave us alone. It’s just like school sports day all over again.
We will, in fact, be lending ourselves to what is being called in some quarters the world’s biggest three-way. Raise your minds from the gutter, please, for this feat is in fact an attempt to break the world record for the longest three-way phone conversation, viz:
At 2pm on Thursday 30th September, cricket legend Phil Tufnell, comedy legend Patrick Monahan, and boobs legend Jodie Marsh will install themselves in the middle of Waterloo, Victoria and London Bridge stations; whereupon they will commence talking to each other on the phone, and they won’t stop for 24 hours.
But in case they are flagging at the final furlong, we are being dispatched on the Friday morning to perk up their chatter with some of your questions. Summon your unparalleled inquisitiveness and put the results into a comment below, or in an email to answermethispodcast@googlemail.com entitled ‘Phil/Jodie/Patrick, answer me this‘ [delete names as appropriate]. Don’t tell us you have nothing you’ve ever wanted to ask Jodie Marsh, we know you’re lying.
You can watch a live feed of the World’s Biggest Threeway, follow it on twitter.com/powwownow and Facebook, and find out a load more about it at www.upforathreewaycall.com. If you’re passing through one of the stations, you can even admire the record-attempters in action, and perhaps give them an energy drink or calf massage. And with your question-asking help, by the end of next week the three will find themselves in this illustrious company and we can all pretend they couldn’t have done it without us.
Here’s a very substantial question Chris from Cardiff, Australia:
My parents have brought me up in a devoutly Christian home, they’ve taken me to church every Sunday (rain, hail, or shine) and ensured that both my brothers have married solidly Christian women. I’m almost 18 and I’ve begun to consider whether following in my family’s Christian footsteps is really what I want to do.
I don’t want to come out and directly say that I’ve decided to become an atheist, mostly because I haven’t had enough time to think it through, but also because I know that there are different approaches to religion from other groups and churches. My main problem is that my Mum (who is a very nice lady) keeps bible-bashing me in basically every conversation, because she turns every conversation into an assertion of what she believes and her faith.
So answer me this: how can I tell my parents that I want to make my own choice about whether I do or do not go to church (or even where I go to church) without them bible-bashing me and having their pastor and youth coordinator “spontaneously” popping around for tea when they “didn’t realise no-one else was at home”?
This is a toughie, and as a second-generation Jewish atheist, I feel ill equipped to advise sensibly. But readers, many of you are bound to have been in similar circumstances. Recourse to the comments and help Chris tactfully insist upon charting his own course.
Since we’ve been away, you lot seem to be getting yourself into all sorts of romantic pickles. Let’s race through a few of them in order of difficulty, and if you think you can help, post your advice in the comments.
First up, Roxanne:
I’m moving from Somerset to London for uni at the end of September, which will be one bitch of a commute every weekend to see my boyfriend (hello Ferdi). He doesn’t like the idea of phones because ‘people can track you with them’ and they’re a bit of a teen fad, but I think for a 150-mile long-distance relationship it might be a necessity. So answer me this: how do you convince someone who hates mobile phones to buy a phone?
Well, Roxanne, you could buy him a phone as a present; but from the little you’ve told us about him, you’d be better off buying him a tinfoil hat and Gene Hackman’s room from The Conversation so that none of those pesky phone companies can READ HIS THOUGHTS. Alternatively, he doesn’t want to be tracked because he’s on the witness protection programme, in which case, leave him alone. Next, Emily in Worcester:
To sleep with my best friend’s brother or no? Basically I want to and so does he, but we are forbidden by my best friend of 8 years. Is she being unreasonable, or is this a justifiable reaction to the sexual activities of her older brother and best friend?
A bit of both. There’s power play, in her forcing you to show that you both value her more highly than you do each other; on the other hand, she doesn’t want to play third wheel to a nauseating new couple. Either way, she’ll be a bit grossed out at the idea of her brother in sexual congress.
Now it’s time for Rochelle from Manchester, who presumes we don’t know what Barbados is but that we do know all about how to solve priapism:
I have a boyfriend from Barbados, it’s an island in the Caribbean, he’s a really awesome guy and everything but there’s just one problem (some might not call it one): he is very demanding when it comes to sex, almost insatiable. And he’s always thinking or talking about it. I told my friends and they say he’s probably a Don Juan.
Please answer me this: what exactly is this, and what should I do?
What you should do is stop showing off.
Finally, a question from Dy from Maryland:
A friend of mine, due to some “youthful indiscretions”, has 5 children by 2 mothers. After his last 2 kids were born within 27 days of each other he wisely decided to have a vasectomy since he knows that he can’t keep it in his pants and couldn’t afford any more kids. So answer me this: if his pipes aren’t connected anymore, what comes out when he “comes”? I haven’t gotten up the nerve to ask him and feel like asking you is much less embarrassing for both of us.
He sounds like the kind of man whose sense of shame would have necessarily evaporated some time ago. Ask him, then please report back to us so we all learn something.
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