Getting The Wrinkles Out

      No sooner do I write about looking for a speculum-- and thinking of Dead Ringers as I did-- than I find this story best not thought upon too long. Probably best I reconsider my own position as an inveterate Ironist.   *shudder*

      (Poor Sinead Cusack, now likely condemned to a lifetime of being described as looking like two aspirins on an Ironing board.)