Note: I got into a bit of a state preparing for my speech at the Social Liberal Forum Conference on Saturday, staying up the previous night writing and angsting about it: for some reason I found the prospect of sharing a platform with Neal Lawson, Will Hutton and Simon Hughes (who ended up replaced by… Continue reading Speech: Where we are and how we got here
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?
Readers may recall that late last year I blogged about my girlfriend’s family’s problems with Abbey when they tried closing her late stepfather’s account. That particular incident ended happily as if by magic once the Observer got involved. I wish I could say that was the end of the matter. Sadly, it is not the… Continue reading Abbey normal customer service