Big Bang et cetera

I had a shock on Friday morning. Walking past Knightsbridge barracks I noticed two white vans by the entrance. There were three uniformed soldiers on the pavement and after I had passed I thought of going back to make sure they had checked the vans. Maybe I was over-reacting so I did nothing. At the Hyde Park Hotel I passed a mounted detachment of the Household Cavalry returning to barracks from ceremonial duties, in time for lunch. Continue reading Big Bang et cetera

Are Brokers Human?

When I lived at Barmeath I was a young dabbler in the stock market using my grandfather’s broker, Dudgeon, in Suffolk Street, Dublin. They were an old-fashioned firm whose partners were all known to my grandfather as friends or relations. On important occasions such as the Irish Derby there would be no partner in the office and so it was impossible to place a trade. When my brother moved back to Ireland in the 1970s more often than not they booked his trades to my grandfather’s account or vice versa; an Old School firm. Continue reading Are Brokers Human?