It was a rainy, hungover Sunday afternoon, and for the sixth time that day, Richard got out of bed, reached on top of his wardrobe, and rummaged in his
grot box for some one-handed reading material, finally settling on a dog-eared copy of Razzle from 1998 and his trusty standby, Naughty Neighbours Vol 12 Issue 3, before retiring back to bed for some serious
jazz appreciation.