Anti-Iraq allies propaganda has, to date, failed at almost every point

“Horse chestnut for haemorrhoids. Oh, yes!”

I've walked in on many a conversation in my time, but rarely happened on a comment delivered with such orgasmic enthusiasm. Lurking behind the rice cakes in the health food store, I could still hear the cashier holding forth, without my obvious interest adding to the pressure on the customer with the putative piles.

The customer sidestepped the recommended remedy and asked where the usual manager was, presumably because when the regular guy advised her on her ailments, he didn't broadcast problem and possible solution all over the shop like a human Tannoy no matter what his sympathy for the former or faith in the latter.