Yes, Tim, you're quite right. This is really no place for a chap like me. A couple of weeks' holiday from listservs forced me to face the truth that - for some of us at any rate - they're all too seductive a way of simply postponing proper work. As well as that, like all addictive personalities I need stronger & stronger doses of the drug as the boredom threshold drops steadily lower. It goes on until one morning you catch sight of your face in the mirror at the back of the bar - or until Officer O'Connor waves you over to the kerb & asks you to step out of the vehicle. Time, I think, to pack the bags for that trip to the detox centre. There are too many fragile sensitivities around here at evident risk from the careless staggerings of an old drunk. Scottie B.