Slower, lower, weaker

At around 7.30am the other morning, I cast a casual glance around the trading floor and noted with a mixture of wonder and alarm that possibly a quarter of those present were dressed in sports attire. There was more than a handful of hi-vis cycling jackets, an awful lot of lycra — sometimes bulging where it should and sometimes where it should not — and some dazzling, rainbow-hued footwear.