Entertainment on a rainy Saturday afternoon

It's possible the England-Austria World Cup qualifier match will provide some entertainment this afternoon. It's the opening minutes of the match so too early to tell just yet. But failing all that - not that I want to put too much emphasis on the fail word - there's another sport I can recommend.

Check out the Internet Anagram Server. It's always good for a laugh. Put your friends' names in and see who comes out with the rudest alias.

I've just found anagrams for Out on a dike and these are some of my favourites:

I took a nude - and why not?

Forget semantics and listen to the sounds instead. I'm still smiling about this one. To oui naked.

Talking of sounds, how about Token audio?

And leaving grammar aside, there's also Ink out a ode. I sometimes do.

So, if these anagrams can teach me anything it seems to be this. That one's best clothes are sometimes no clothes at all.

No sex talk, please, we're British!

From sand sculpture to burying heads in sand. Supposedly hidden facts about sex and sexuality have been in the news this week.

Newly released documents at the National Archives in Kew, London reveal that books about lesbianism put government censors all in a quandary in the 1930s. To censor or not to censor? It was understood by then that banning books simply served to get them better known - The Well of Loneliness being a case in point. But to think that women would only realise 'such practices' as masturbation and lesbianism existed through reading books, and only then start to adopt them, shows a real misunderstanding of female sexuality. It also does a disservice to the female imagination, I reckon.

See also, the results of a UK sexual behaviour survey conducted in 1949. Why should we expect sexual desires to have been much different in the 1930s and 1940s?