After yesterday's post, in which I mentioned that I'd dreamt about Jehova's Witnesses the night before they actually pitched up on our doorstep, here are two more unrelated coincidences (nothing to do with dreams).
I'm sure you heard about the captain of the tragically shipwrecked Costa Concordia, who just happened to "fall" into a lifeboat (and then refused to get back on his ship). Well, in today's Times, there's the sad story of the man accused of rape. No, no, quoth he, in reply to the charges against him. It wasn't rape at all. He just happened to "fall" onto the victim and penetrate her. It was all an accident, you see. (He seemed to forget that a degree of physiological readiness would have been necessary for this to happen, never mind the removal/undoing of at least some clothing.)