But times have changed, it seems. My friends that still find themselves at the grindstone could only spare themselves for one or two drinks as they were still planning to go into the office in the morning. One cheerfully told me that he was running a “rain or shine” syndicate desk – have you ever heard of anything so nauseating?
But it’s maybe just as well he was so sensible, if the fate of another friend is anything to go by. Waking up to see the T8 in force, the friend — let’s call him Dmitry — cancelled the morning call and decided to enjoy some time with his kids.
That was until he received an email from his boss who politely enquired whether the cancellation of the call was related to Dmitry’s absence from the office. Needless to say Dmitry was suited, booted and in the office 15 minutes later, only to find there was nobody on the floor, apart from him and the aforementioned boss.
A quick word on the Scottish Referendum. As a long time married man I can completely understand the desire to break away and decide your own destiny. But please, whatever happens, let’s make sure we work together to keep the price of Scotch fair and balanced.