Thursday, June 27, 2013

Thursday, June 27, 2013
Ever thought your bankers were cheating lying robbers. Times have changed a lot. I used to take my bank manager out to lunch every year at the Cheshire Cheese in Fleet Street. He liked being regaled with ripping yarns. I always paid the meal in the belief that that would give me breathing space during my next financial crisis.



Of course we have moved on a few years now. My bank 'manager' is called something else and is somewhere at the end of 124 key strokes on my computer.

We have also had the financial scandals pretty much all over the western world with Nick Leeson clones metaphorically throwing our cash away while dropping their trousers’ in Harry’s Bar and financial managers pissing our money away at ‘Movers and Shakers’ events.

Now the Irish are something to behold.  In terms of bent’’ – Ireland ranks up there alongside Berluscone’s Italy.

I have had dealings with the Anglo-Irish Bank and the arrival of its officers, together with politicians, in Bangkok’s Soi Cowboy before their onward journey to Hanoi in Vietnam, where they were investing in lavish projects – the details of which were not exactly transparent.


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