Under the Bodhi Tree indeed. Under the weather more like this morning. I arranged a dinner at J&B last night along with a collection of other brokers to mark the retirement of an enormous long only client of ours who was there as our guest. I could bore you with the list of wines we drank ( we finished with D’Yquem 89 and Taylors 85 ). The highlight however was when one of our number read out comments our client had written about him in various broker reviews over the years. The wines may have been expensive, but these are priceless:
· "Has got bored as the market has collapsed"
· "Almost appears to care about the account"
· "Has dwindled rather like his company’s share price"
Oh yes. Perking up a little. I meant to tell you about a funny thing that happened this week. A cousin set in motion the most ridiculous chain of Facebook posts I have seen in a long time when she asked her friends for help identifying a song that she was hoping to use for some project she was engaged in at work. There was little to go on. “It’s quite tinkly and has men and women singing ‘badabadabadabada’ overlapping each other. It has a 70’s, fuzzy, soft focus feel to it”. It was a wild goose chase to all intent and purposes except that she also said the song had been the subject of discussion between Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan in an episode of The Trip. Well, there was only one thing for it really:
Anyway, back to matters of health. I’m in the office on Monday however away after that for 8 days cycling through the Carpathian Mountains of Romania so you’ll get a welcome break from this ridiculous missive next week. I admit I have done a bit of training and took myself off last Sunday for a 30 mile burn on the mountain bike. All was going well till mile 20 when, enjoying a whizz downhill, I came round a corner where to my surprise a substantial ford presented itself. Throwing caution to the wind I free-wheeled in legs akimbo, but the water was deeper than I had expected and the ground an inch thick with algae and weed. The bike went from under me and I hit the deck. I was soaked to the skin and suffered a VERY nasty wound on the front of my left knee. I thought, better than calling Sophie to the rescue, cycling the remaining 10 miles home with blood pouring down my leg was much the less painful option. The rest of the afternoon was spent hanging around for a plaster and a packet of antibiotics in Bury St Edmunds A&E….shame on me.
I got quite excited albeit a little surprised when I found online that typically the weather at this time of year in Transylvania is sunny and temperatures in the range of 28-30oC. That was until it was pointed out to me I had googled Transylvania, Louisiana. Anyway if a mountain bike holiday wasn’t a daunting enough proposition after this brush with death Bob has sent our whole party into a spin by sending a video clip of Romanian shepherds tackling a marauding brown bear. I hesitate to share this with you because a friend who reads this email coincidentally is also going cycling in Romania next week and I don’t want to ruin her holiday too. I’m thinking she’s probably already on her way so hopefully she’ll never see this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYfwvBWAzVs
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