I just wanna be your dog
Back in the day when I was a trainee FX broker, I had to deliver some toast to a dealer who thought he was too important to go out and get his own breakfast. I thought such practices had changed in our supposedly modern world.
So I was surprised last week when I called a mucker who works for a vendor who he told me he couldn’t talk because he was in the middle of delivering a load of takeaway curries to dealers at NAB in London, which is one of his clients. “Do what?” I asked him. “Are your NAB’s bitch?” He begged me not to mention him by name, but he still owes me £20 from a year ago and I’ve got a long memory... Anyway, it’s glad to see that some old practices are still in place.