I was thinking to write more about the summer festival last weekend, and maybe I'll get round to it some day, but watching the news about the collapse of Lehman Brothers brought back a few memories.
No, before you even start I was never a wanker-banker.
I was thinking more about the couple of years I spent working in Canary Wharf, London, where until very recently Lehman Brothers had it's UK headquarters. In fact I didn't work as such, it was more standing around in a shop waiting for the occasional customer to drop in. As shop staff we were very much the bottom layer, well aside from the cleaners, to be based in the corporate temple that is Cabot Place.
It was during those long hours of not really doing much at all that I made the decision to move to Japan with my girlfriend, as I couldn't imagine spending another year looking out the shop window at the over affluent banking employees 'living the dream'.
That was six years ago and it was probably the best decision I ever made, as I'd spent my twenties just kicking around, not really doing much but having a lot of short lived fun.
I suppose we should feel sorry for those employees that turned up on Monday to find they didn't have a job anymore but, aside from a few exceptions, a fair proportion of the staff were are damn good money and what's more probably highly employable so the hardship for them will be short lived.
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