Sotogrande, Spain. Contrary to popular opinion, we are coming home soon. We ourselves would be quite happy to stay at home in leafy Berkshire, but it is the girls in the family who believe that anyone who takes a summer vacation of less than six weeks is a wimp and a killjoy. But what a time to be away, clocking the polka dot bikinis at the Cucuruccho Beach Club and trying to remember what a cloud looks like. Markets have been truly awful and rarely have we received so many miserable telephone calls from our friends. Investment banking has closed down and the chickens have come home to roost. For those corporate financiers, what does it feel like to be an unemployed Master of the Universe? Many may soon know the feeling.
July 19, 2002