Court napping

That's a ridiculous idea,' scoffed Charles as he whipped the ball back at me across the squash court. 'You're just not seeing it straight.' He certainly had a point – in more ways than one. The sweat was pouring into my eyes from our exertions and it was becoming a real struggle to maintain any semblance of opposition in the game. Couple that with my 'ridiculous idea' that active fund management was more of an art than a science, and I was losing on both counts. My adversary would have