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No doubt many of you, like me, managed to get over to Macau last weekend and watch Manny Pacquiao’s emphatic victory in his comeback fight.
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My musings last week on awards pitches obviously hit home and many of you have got in touch to "congratulate" me for exposing your most treasured business-speak. But I guess I should have gone further with my warnings.
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No doubt your bank has roped you into that annual beauty parade known as awards season, when you are required to talk at great length about all the reasons why a deal you spent nine months putting together — and which cost you your second marriage — deserves to scoop a prize. You have to put all this effort in to persuade some hack, who you hope knows his convertible bond from his project financing, to give you a piece of perspex that you can then wave in your rivals' faces.
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They do have it tough, my younger friends. Last week I made the mistake of inviting one of these poor unfortunates who still has to work to join me for a drink at the club, only to be subjected to half an hour of whinging about league tables. Nowadays you can't live with 'em and you can't live without 'em, it seems.
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I may be out of the market but I’ve managed to stay in the loop well after my banking days. Although red bird’s nest was never my cup of tea (or should I say cup of saliva), I can still find myself, almost 20 years after retirement, washing down Japanese abalone with Chateau Margaux 2009 at the wedding of a Hong Kong tycoon’s daughter.
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Back in the days when we were still bankers, Two-Pints and I were the stars of Lan Kwai Fong. We couldn’t walk past a single bar without somebody we knew calling us over. Often it was the bar manager, of course, helpfully remembering that we had spent the equivalent of the GDP of a small emerging market the week before and gently enquiring as to when we might be settling our bill.