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  • The world of Hong Kong banking is often accused of being an insular one. Everyone knows everyone else and one poor decision can dog you till the end of days, with people unfailingly reminding you of past indiscretions just when you’re beginning to have a good time at the pub.
  • As it typical this time of year, just as you start to enjoy Hong Kong’s summer, in comes the black rain, bringing with it misery, frustration and the complete inability to pick up a taxi anywhere. Several summers ago it was like this. And then the black rain really was a perfect match for my mood.
  • It always bugs me that people seem to have this misconception of bankers when it comes to summer. We always get accused of living it up in Seminyak, but that’s just a lazy generalisation.
  • As you probably know there are a good many things that can raise my hackles — watered down whiskey, rude drivers, loud crowds at the cricket etc. But nothing quite ruffles my feathers as much as leaving a meal with a less than full stomach.
  • Bankers have a reputation for being pretty rude and arrogant, and, in some instances, probably with justification. But just how combative some of them can be came as a shock to me this week.
  • Taipan popped back in the UK this week as it wouldn’t be summer if I didn’t spend a few days at Lord’s watching England being beaten at cricket by one of the former colonies — talk about the Empire Strikes Back. It also provided me with a chance to drink proper pints of bitter and catch up with my old chums who I started on the trading floor with.