Cheers for the Kind Words all - If any of you drop by this way, we'll all go out for a pint, my shout. But, Vic mate - Despite XXXX being brewed in my Hometown, I'm a Guinness man through and through. After some Meditiation on the event(Writing about it helped a lot), and revisiting the scene while there was still some daylight before work, I'm Damned if I know how he cut himself open - It was to clean to be a tear - I guess I'm just writing it off to a savage case of bad luck. But as an additional information - As a Rover(Its like Scouts for over 18s, if you don't have them in England) we are commonly trained in First aid, and many of us being trained to a pretty advanced level through/for Additional Scouting activities(Car Rallys, Gang show, so on) - Granted, we are definitely Not Ambulence officers, but we are not exactly general public here, either. But Performing First Aid like that in Real life, as opposed to training Scenarios, Is like a whole other world - I had hardcore shakes that manifested about halfway through washing the blood off - When the gravity of the situation finaly hit, When I stuck my hands under the tap, the water started going red and the thought Hit me "what the hell did I just DO?" But Plumstead Commoner Hit the nail on the head, there - Tom should at get to paint a at least a goodly part of a stickfigure on the door of his motor for this one. After the E-mail was off and away, I Was hitting "Random Page" in Wikiquote, and Found a line that resonates well inside the old head. I find it oddly appropriate. "Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility." ~Kalil Gibran, The Prophet.