All I can do is sneak a look at her over the shoulder of one of my fellow commuters. She’s very pretty, isn’t she? Her name is Lucy Kellaway and she writes a regular column in The Financial Times.
I bought The FT Weekend two weeks ago when the FTSE-100 index had plummeted to 5550 and there was little point in trying to save any money any more. The £3.50 cover price seemed inconsequential then. But it was a reckless extravagance. In the last two weeks the index has climbed 7.2%. £3.50 invested in a tracker fund two weeks ago would be worth £3.75 today.
I discovered, anyway, that the columnists in The Financial Times haven’t got any better idea than I have what the oil price is going to do. And Lucy Kellaway’s column isn’t published on a Saturday.
That’s a shame because Lucy Kellaway’s column is actually worth reading. Or it always used to be. When I could afford to read it.
I was reminded of her excellent book Who Moved my BlackBerry on the way to work this morning when a fellow commuter whipped out his BlackBerry and clickety-clicked all the way to Waterloo. Commuters on my train line are generally very well brought up but they don’t seem to know how to turn off the clicks on their BlackBerries. I was almost ready to explode when, fortunately, he put it in his pocket and kissed his pregnant wife goodbye. What a lovely couple they looked. But how irritating BlackBerries are!
I’m on a new train line now. In fact I used to walk to work before. Or hop on a bus. I have far less leisure time now, which explains why I haven’t written anything in this blog for a while.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. I could blog on my BlackBerry. But no, I couldn’t. Or, to be more exact, I don’t want to. On a train I’d rather sneak a look at one or two pretty faces and monitor the rise and fall of various indices.
I may work in a bank but life doesn’t have to be dull.