Straight from British shores, here is another dose of love, or the lack of it, from the pages of the London Review of Books
. The editor of They Call Me Naughty Lola
has cooked up yet another irresistible collection of brilliant, bawdy and often absurd personal ads from the world's funniest, and smartest, lonely-hearts column. These ads prove that even if you're lonely, you don't have to be boring, as advertisers in this book demand much more than long walks on the beach and candlelit dinners from their potential mates.
Arranged by theme ('The Usual Hyperbole and a Whiff of Playful Narcissism'), and including footnotes to obscure references, Sexually, I'm More of a Switzerland promises to be 'a naughty treat' (Entertainment Weekly).
Discover Personal Ads from the London Review of Books
In Sexually, I'm More of a Switzerland
, author David Rose shares a collection of humorous personal ads, and gives readers a laugh-out-loud look at what some people will post to get a shot at love.
| ||Nothing says "I love you" in a more sincere way than being woken with champagne and pastries and roses. Apart from a dog with peanut butter on the roof of his mouth. Write, we'll meet, sleep together and--in the morning, just before my friend's wife tells me to get off their sofa and get out of their house--I'll show you Winston's trick. It's hilarious. You'll have to bring the peanut butter though--they've put locks on all the kitchen cupboards. Man, 26. Box no. 6433. |
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I cannot guarantee you'll fall in love with me, but I can promise you the best home-brewed beetroot wine you’ll have ever tasted. Now if that doesn't sound like a fermented bucket of yummy siphoned lustiness I just don't know what does. Man, 41. Stupid like wow! Box no. 9851.
| ||Tall, handsome, well-built, articulate, intelligent, sensitive, yet often grossly inaccurate man, 21. Cynics (and some cheap Brentwood psychiatrists) may say 'pathological liar', but I like to use 'creative with reality'. Join me in my 36-bedroomed mansion on my Gloucestershire estate, set in 400 acres of wild-stag populated woodland. East Ham.12 Box no. 0620. Read more. |
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