Some bankers are just destined to get the boot
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Some bankers are just destined to get the boot

While nursing a whiskey at the China Club this week, I couldn’t help but notice a group of bankers crowded around some tables in the corner. While they typically wouldn’t catch my eye, what drew my attention was that they all had a tipple in their hands but seemed too busy muttering expletives to drink anything.

I’ve often seen packs of financiers in bars across the city, stewing over something or the other, so this might not have been a particularly remarkable group. However, I decided to investigate further, especially after recognising an old banker acquaintance among them.

I waddled over and tapped him on the shoulder. “You alright?" I asked. "You don’t look very well.”

The whole corner went silent and my friend turned to me, looking like I’d just murdered his cat. “We were all fired today,” he said.

I have never really liked this chap anyway, but I figured I would try to offer him some comfort before slipping away. “Ah, well, don’t worry, it happens to all of us at some point,” I said. “Never happened to me of course, but times are different now.”

Back to my seat I went for another drink, knowing that I would have to encounter similar conversations at least a few more times over the next few months. With bonus season coming up too, there’s sure to be the usual merry-go-round of bankers.

But all I could think of then was that the chaps were still cursing instead of drinking up. They should take my usual advice for tough times: that a few swigs of alcohol always brighten up the darkest day.