If you want some of my pension Vince, you could just ask…

On Sunday, my gf finally forced me to sit down and fill in my pension form. For various reasons which I won’t go into, it has taken me a long time to do this and take advantage of my (teeny tiny) employer contribution. Imagine my dismay therefore when I discover that no sooner have I… Continue reading If you want some of my pension Vince, you could just ask…

When is a wunch not a wunch?

Courtesy of David Cameron this week, we now know there are two types of city financier. The first, epitomised by Sir James Crosby, is the sort of shyster that only a Prime Minister with a serious lack of judgement would dream of putting in a senior role. The second, epitomised by Sir David Freud, is… Continue reading When is a wunch not a wunch?