Probability.

Taste the weirdness of this: my flatmate Robbie has this thing on his computer called Stumble, an application that selects random internet sites that it thinks you might get a kick out of, refining its choices as you tell it yea or nay. If you like sites that feature fluffy kittens in baskets, or violent sodomy, or unsettling/illegal combinations of the two then this puppy will unearth them for you. It's a good way of wasting a couple of hours of your life, and since I'm skiving off work today that's what I'm all about. So I click the button and the first thing it offers me, from all the squidillions of pges on the net, is this page - a dancehall/dub mix track by none other than Dub Boy, AKA Tim Rayner, AKA my mate Tim from Bristol. I used to go to Ruffnek Diskotek, his club night. Well occasionally anyway, because I'm not that into Dub music. Still... what are the fucking odds, eh?

I can't think that that's hygienic.

I think I might have been let in on a secret. A huge, terrible secret know only to women, girls, ladies, females, wenches and their ilk. Apparently this is common knowledge to many girls and it's the kind of thing that boys don't get let in on, which sounds about right. And the secret is this:

In emergency situations macrobiotic yoghurt can be inserted vaginally as a cheap and effective method of curing thrush.

Anyone care to confirm or deny?