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The last time I picked up this homilectic chest of rusting treasures I decided to objectively test it and purposely forwarded it to 15 people and above whom I knew to be of a patient and long-sufferingly forbearant nature. Even before four days had passed I received an anti-Christmas stocking-full of surprises of an extremely unpleasant nature. It was so bad I almost started liking Philip Larkin while 'In Tenebris' reduced me to fits of cushion-scattering giggles. I thought of contacting the Dalai Lama, to see if I could borrow his bodyguards. Om david bircumshaw %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%