@Gordomac, of course these rules help one steer well clear of any fun as well and most good stories start with a running jump across those lines. A good excuse is not to be sneered at either, look at Terry Pratchetts Priests of Offler that feast on sausages all day with the true sausagivity rising up to their lord and only the taste of ashes remaining within their mouths. This can be easily adapted to stale beer and others.