A group of dragons, looking for gold
I’ve been meaning to see the cherry blossom in Japan, but something always crops up to prevent me sitting beneath the soft pink petals and contemplating the existence of man and other boring subjects.
Please don’t misunderstand. I know almost all there is to know about the country. Karaoke, climbing Fuji, folding origami, catching fish to make sushi – you name it, I’ve done it.
I ski in Niseko, it’s infinitely more relaxing than Europe, and involves considerably fewer Europeans. I’ve been to Tokyo countless times to indulge in the three Ss – sake, sushi and sumo.
But no blossom this year. This is despite the best efforts of a chum who is trying to goad me into going with him. His wife has written a book on the stuff, and they’re going to watch it fall from the trees.
Frankly, I’d rather follow the philosophy of a book written by another banker friend. It’s called Money:A Group of Dragons, Looking for Gold. It’s in Chinese, which would be impressive except for one minor detail: my dear friend doesn’t speak a word of the language.
But this is not deterred him – far from it! Last I heard, he had erected a stand outside the bank and was handing out signed copies to adoring fans.
If you think that's odd, you should meet my other pal – a syndicate man who runs a hot dog shop on the side. You’d think he had a case of spring fever, though when it comes down to it, they’re really rather tasty.