In life, one discovers a sort of person that, when about to be murdered in a rather slow, painful and quite disgusting manner by a raving launatic, is likely to ask "Excuse me. Do you like Carob?".
Sorry this isn't related, but is the the same LZCD that I used to work at a computer outlet in Parramatta with in the mid 90s?
PaulR (prands@efter-stormen.com)