Handbags   (The sad, the bad and the ugly. Non-productive stuff here.)

Mac's recent resurrection of an old joke elsewhere about a chap with wind and chicken innnards got me thinking about Vaseline.

"WITH VASELINE upon one's forehead, belladonna in one's eyes, rouge over the cheekbones, and crusts of beeswax round one's lips,"


I thought Sherlock Holmes was older than Vaseline. (Or is that the Romans?)

Then again, you know what thought did.