When Bob Diamond invited opprobrium by telling the Treasury Select Committee last week that the time for banker remorse was over, I found myself muttering inwardly, "Go on, Bob. Tell ‘em how it is" and making a mental note to buy him a drink if I ever meet him. Or perhaps allow him to buy me a drink because his balance sheet has to be cleaner than mine.
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