Well, thanks for the plaudits and the prize - very nobel of you! (that's just a little prize pun, not my entry!)

I heard a story about Einstein, when he first got to the US in the thirties, he was very stressed about what was going on back in the old country, what with fascism and murder of his friends and family and all. So at the weekend, he'd scoot down over the border into Mexico to pick up some reefers, which of course he'd share at parties when he got back. So much so that his colleauges in the Caltech faculty dubbed him "Herb Albert and his Tijuana Grass"

You may now groan.