Ed and Ed and Eddie and Herbie
Hillboot Intergalactic PLC,
Investment Bankers, Black Hole House, London EC2 thru 14
This is maybe the best address at our end of town, and a freehold island site goes with it, also a building like a giant cheesemould made of Portland stone, Grade I listed but scope for sympathetic conversion, benefiting from extensive vaults with potential as designer eaterie or nuclear shelter, first time on the market since 1734.
Mom, I never figure to find myself in the real estate game, except by mistake when we lend to the wrong guy on the wrong asset, but we bankers must move with the times, and round here the times are a-changing, I never figure to find myself shuttling between Ed and Ed and Eddie, either.
All this comes of the elections here, won by the party that sticks New in front of its name, and says no more tax and spend and elect, goodbye to the rainbow coalition and the unions too, and the leader is a guy in a sharp suit with a clever lawyer for a wife, some of their best friends work for Goldman Sachs, now who does this remind you of?
These two Eds are flacks of theirs, just a pair of college kids who come breezing in one day and pretend they are doing work experience, can I tell them how the Federal Open Market Committee works, so I say it does not work too hard, but the New York Fed publishes a comic book that explains it all in picture strips.