Despite trading opportunities being available 24 hours a day, the summer always goes a bit quiet. To recharge my batteries I like to escape the city and catch butterflies, fish for tench and lie in cow pat splattered fields staring at the sky. The markets turn into a distance memory, tinnitus lovin' night clubs and hotpanted women seem like a dream and English failure is but a figment of the media's imagination.
I decided to go to Glastonbury to see Jimi Hudson-Bellamy in action but soon discovered it was not only last week but I am too young to go. The average festival goer is a freedom bus pass holder apparently - thankfully I missed it then.
In my gym last night I was the only man. There were 7 women and under normal circumstances this would be heaven. Alas, despite wonderful personalities, top bodies and kit, they were not my type. Now I know summer is truly here.
Rich Man's Jewelry Weighs More Than His Body Weight (nymag)
SatNav Maker Gets Lost In Switzerland (msnbc)
G20 Talk Bollox (bbc)
Death Of Big Hedgies: Long Live Small Ones (ftalphaville)
50% Off Global Debt (nytimes)
Deutsche Bankers Are All Swingers (hitc)
Sad indictment of the day:
Hard Rock Calling: Over 60's only.