As all the lovely ladies including myself, have chosen to ignore the audacious comment from Paul 'Agent Provocateur' Tallet I suppose as Queen I must take up the weighty burden of a suitable reply.
Where do I start?
I was most disappointed to see that you weren't in the gallery of inmates in the Doghouse. Have you done some serious grovelling to your DW? She really shouldn't be so soft on you.
I studied the clip with great care and yes, I agree that it does fulfill a need and provide a worthwhile public service in helping to give you men an idea of where you are going wrong.
BUT! I must confess to feeling a little let-down, dismayed and patronised, but not surprised, to discover that it is not a public service broadcast, but an ad for a jewellery company. Commercialism, commercialism, commercialism at every turn.(sigh)
Why do I feel patronised? Because these PR/Ad people think that all it takes to make a woman happy is to give her a piece of carbon in one form or another, and I feel it my duty to warn all you hapless males that that ain't necessarily so...
I for one would be pleased with a piece of carbon but I wouldn't jump up and down and squeal, or whatever it was the ad said, especially as in my case Himself would say: "keep it for special occasions", which would mean it would be left languishing in its box for years until I forgot its existence, and would not guarantee his release from the Doghouse.
You have been warned!
As for you Tallet, if you know what's good for you you'd better take yourself back to your weather station and barricade yourself in with some rum and coconuts before the Dog Warden comes...
And if I wasn't German I would never have the idea to learn this language. It's so difficult even for the Germans. I adore everyone who try to learn German. 
underpants 
