At work, I have a hot sauce bottle that has a blend of several sauces. I'm trying to clean some sauces out the home refrigerator, and when a bottle gets low I pour the remainder into this supply. One of the recent contributions was the last 1/5 of a bottle of Blair's After Death. I think I need to start using an eye dropper to dispense the stuff. Today I was sitting in an ISO auditors' lunch with a spiked sandwich. My eyes were watering, my nose was running, my face was red - nothing unusual, really - but this time I could feel drops of sweat running down the back of my neck. It didn't help to think of this passage from Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas: "Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh minces among bad vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing in his crucibles, and mixes especially for Mrs Pugh a venomous porridge unknown to toxicologists, which will scald and viper through her, until her ears fall off like figs, her toes grow big and black as balloons, and steam comes screaming out of her navel. " - A (two Zappa referencs in one message, not bad) _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail