I have only once seen a Douche it was in the windoow of the Salvation Army shop in Wandsworth High Street, London, it was resting next to a "Gerry and the Pacemakers" LP, I dont know if the juxtaposition was deliberate, must have been 1982. For some reason it seemed to be one of the most oddly surreal moments of my life. As for being treated to a DBT, well I had to visit a proctologist in 1998 being of that "age" when things need to be checked out, and well, it wasnt too much fun...