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?

Hooray for Mateus Rosé

Mateus Rosé Original_750ml_Screwcap_Packshot_sem fundo (03)
Mateus Rosé Original_750ml_Screwcap_Packshot_sem fundo (03)

An army friend told me that he had arranged a reunion dinner for his intake at Sandhurst. To make it more interesting he got copies of their Sandhurst reports and put them at their places. They all opened them, most laughed and shared the contents with their neighbours but some hastily put them away. These sort of things can be surprisingly insightful. Continue reading Hooray for Mateus Rosé