Emma Answers The Lizard's bi-weekly agony aunt sets men straight
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I’m really poor. How do I get really rich?
Like Mr Muscle, you’re going to have to learn to love the jobs that other people hate. Having said that, nobody ever got rich by cleaning toilets, and it seems to me that a move into the sex industry would be your best bet. Generally speaking, the more peculiar a punter’s fetish is, the more cash they are willing to part with in order to see it catered for. If you’re prepared to have hamster mix licked off your nipples by a man dressed as the Eiffel Tower, or call a four-foot dwarf ‘Your Imperial High Majesty’ as he flogs you with a Frisbee, you won’t be poor for long. If I find my wife in bed with the milkman, and throw him out of the window, am I still obliged to settle his bill in full at the month’s end?
Yes. But don’t despair. He’s obliged to pay you for the damage to the flowerbeds.
My girlfriend appears to be developing a penchant for bestiality. Which animal should I pretend to be?
That depends on how seriously you want to take your girlfriend’s new kink. If you want to play along, I would suggest that you impersonate a large, warm-blooded mammal that gives good maul. A wolf or a grizzly bear would be ideal. Buy her a pair of bunny ears and a fluffy tail from any old sex-tat shop, and take her to the nearest wood for the afternoon. You can then pounce on her while she perches on a tree stump with a blade of grass in her mouth. If, on the other hand, your other half’s subscription to BeastToons.com appals you, and you want to snap her out of it pronto, my top three picks would be (in no particular order) llama, wombat and giant squid.
I am trying to do the nasty with a Russian Lit. student, but I’ve been reading Anna Karenina since Christmas (2006) and don’t know how it ends. Any thoughts?
Richard E. Grant’s assessment of Russian Literature in ‘Withnail and I’ – that it chiefly consists of people whining about ducks going to Moscow – isn’t far wide of the mark. If I were you, I’d put down Anna Karenina and pick up some undemanding chick-lit instead. If the object of your affections spends day after dreary day in the library with Anton Chekhov and Alexander Solzhenitsyn, she’s definitely not going to want to come home to a man who whacks off over Tolstoy. If you want to win her over, keep heavy conversation to a minimum, and crank your central heating up as far as it’ll go.
I drive a 1974 tan Morris Minor, and was thinking of investing in a pink fluffy tennis-ball knob for the gear-stick. The only problem is, it’s an automatic. What should I do? Drive it, and yourself, into the nearest wall at top speed. That’ll be around twenty- seven miles per hour, then.
My divorce finally came through last week. Whilst I’m enjoying the single life, I have needs. Where should I go in order to meet broad-minded, available young women?
Start hanging around large bookshops in the early evening. People who stop by Waterstones on their way home from work have, by definition, nobody to rush home to. As far as broad-mindedness goes, keep an eye out for women reading English-language versions of foreign classics. If they weren’t filthy, nobody would bother to translate them. If that doesn’t work, try Destiny in Watford.
I’ve never been quite sure what I think about listening to music while you’re shagging someone. Is it a good idea? If so, which songs would you recommend?
Although sex-themed playlists are generally considered to be creepy and weird, there’s nothing wrong in principle with putting on a CD before pulling off your clothes. Make sure you vary your choice of music to suit your partner, though. An intellectual might take post-modernist pleasure in listening to one of Pulp or Faithless’s more obscure offerings, whilst fans of the film ‘American Psycho’ will undoubtedly get off on vintage Phil Collins. Anything by Massive Attack or Morcheeba is a safe, if predictable, bet, and you should steer well clear of parodies by Weird Al Yankovic, Tom Lehrer or Adam Kay. Nobody wants to listen to “You Look Like Shit (When You Wear Nothing At All)” when they’ve got their legs jammed half-way behind their head, do they?