Monday - Friday:
Faffed around the City. Met some brokers in Docklands. Got offered job as FX trader. Got drunk. Accepted.
Drank champagne with George Osborne.
Saturday:
JW suggested a trip to the
RSC and obligingly blasted us up the M40 in the Hurrcaine to Stratford.
Covered 100 miles in ostensibly lawful time of 1 hour or so - arriving Stratford for agreeable lunch then
A Midsummer Night's Dream in seven languages.
Got home late, shunned TG in favour of sleep & sanity.
Sunday:
Preparing for Monday's descent into Boiler Room madness. Brushing up on swaps, forwards and
Jim Young lines.