Richard Derrington's doing it tough. Since Anna trashed him his job seems pointless. Tuesday seems moderately fucked by ten, his tennis is appalling, long periods of complete crap, punctuated by flashes of a very random glory and the future bleak. This is a hiatus? There I was thinking I was sinking and it's just a hiatus. Apart from his friends, the only thing keeping Richard going is his wicked sense of humour. Then things look up.