'... I threw my first post-divorce shindig. It was, in the words of my late mother, a "real hoot"... ' I was the one recently mocking the Sorrows of our contemporary Werther. But from the burnt out planet of an old man like me this seems the saddest communication of all. Especially from a chap who - & I hope I'm not misquoting here - recently referred to himself as being still in his twenties & the father of children? Scottie B.