On Thu, 05 Mar 2009 07:38:29 +0000, Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember PeterC
saying something like:

If you want a "lathe and plaster" ceiling, on your own head be it.

It'd give you a nasty turn.

And could screw you over.

I guard my tailstock!
--
Peter.
You don't understand Newton's Third Law of Motion?
It's not rocket science, you know.