‘At last a genuinely funny book about the City and the rise and fall of the roaring eighties, written by a brutally sacked equity salesman. Opening in Year Zero of the depression – 1990 – the first five pages put the boot into one Capital City myth after another; the dealing room at UBS Phillips and Drew resembles an airport terminal, the firm manages to poach only differs from other brokers, and the presence of P&D pundits on TV programmes was a “sure sign of mediocrity”. And as for the author’s estimates of his own talents: “My boss � thought I was ‘crap’� he had managed to spot the one thing that I hoped would go unremarked.” This could be the City’s version of Final Cut. Buy, buy, buy.’
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