Rory Stewart, and six other men you suspect to be expert at cunnilingus

AS Cher said, if you want to know if he loves you so it’s in his kiss. And she did not mean upstairs. These famous men live to go down, you can see it in their faces: 

Rory Stewart

A thoughtful man sensitive to the needs of others, his two-year walk across Afghanistan suggests he has the necessary patience, stamina and tolerance for hot, sticky places. That’s before the natural advantage of his frog mouth. Soon, performing oral on a lady will become known as ‘Rorying’ as in ‘He’s a fantastic love, can Rory for hours’.

Ed Sheeran

With a face like that he has to have game. Even with all his wealth and celebrity, the best place for a mug like that is not MTV but a lady’s nonny. Besides, after his Autumn Variations albums he has ground to make up.

Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson

Less a suspicion, more a proven fact. When DJ Khaled admitted he does not taste the cherry, The Rock eagerly tweeted that he takes ‘great pride in mastering ALL performances’. And, given what certainly seems to the casual observer like unstinting steroid use over decades and its effects on the penis, it may be the only way he can satisfy.

Anyone Spanish or Spanish-speaking

Enrique Iglesias, Antonio Banderas, Rafal Nadal, Javier Bardem: the overactive oral movements needed for Spanish pronunciation give native speakers a tongue dexterity that’s also key to speaking the language of love. Even General Franco had a talent for yodelling in the valley when he wasn’t overthrowing the Second Republic.

Jamie Oliver

His face may have risen like overproofed dough, but he’s still got a tongue large enough to fill a sandwich. No need to get naked, chef: you’ve ordered the clam. Get stuck in.

Clive Myrie

Reads the news like he’s delivering long, loving licks with a hint of vibratory solemnity, and fixes your gaze with the knowledge that he wants what you want. Could get you off in the time it takes to cover the sport. Former trumpeter, if you need proof.

Gareth Southgate

The master. The man whose face is always your seat. Begins with painstaking build-up work before launching an unexpectedly creative assault then finishing with lightning darts from unexpected angles. Before bringing you to the explosive climax he never managed with England because his heart wasn’t in international management, it was in cunnilingus.

We ask you: is it Christmas yet, or are you a miserable Scrooge?

ARE you full of the joys of the season, mince pies and festive-themed ales, or are you a vicious miser who deserves a good triple haunting? 

Joe Turner, barman: “There’s been snow on the ground, Tesco’s sold tenner litres of Bailey’s, and on Strictly couples are having full penetrative sex. How can anyone deny it’s Christmas?”

Helen Archer, academic editor: “Please. It’s not December yet. Just let me have this one last day before I’m thrown under the wheels of the approaching Santa Claus Coke lorry convoy.”

Lauren Hewitt, radiologist: “It’s the anticipation of this special season I love most. I’ve been edging for 11 months, and tonight I’m finally going to strum myself off to The Polar Express.” 

Francesca Ryan, borehole consultant: “Well, I’m Jewish. Or Hindu, or Muslim, or whatever will get me the f**k out of this period of imposed mandatory joy.”

Norman Steele, roofer: “Oh, it’s Christmas alright, if by Christmas you mean I’m drinking alone during the day. And has been since September.”