Yugh! There's sauce all over our post

The TLS post today smells like the trash of a Texas roadhouse and looks like the mouth of a ninety-a-day Marlboro man.

The cleaners are hard at work in the mail room and the publicity department of Macmillan publishers is in as bad odour with the post-sorters as we are.

It is not unknown for new books to arrive with attractions attached - pink nail files for the latest teenage vampire horror and other stuff of that ilk. But a bottle of Bar B Q sauce is a new low, especially when the bottle ...