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.

Jon, Rick and Jen share takeaway food rituals, sporadic cocktail nights and the quest for love. Rick seems destined to long lonely nights beneath his Porky Pig doona. Jen consumes men like chocolate bars. And Jon gets lucky in a way he's never expected - more women than he knows how to handle. A young doctor with grand plans for the hormone of darkness, he finds his life spiralling way out of control.