This week saw the quarterly social event, or the “spend time with people you don’t like, pretending to have fun” event. Since the email from the social committee was circulated, there’s been no end of complaints. First, a finance guy said unless he was paid for the after-hours part of the event, he wouldn’t attend. You can guess my boss’s response. Next complainer was a trader, spouting off about “time being money”, both of which he has in bucket loads. Anyway, he always manages to squeeze in a trip to his yacht when the fancy takes him.

Soon the options had been whittled down. There was good old rounders in the park with a few pizzas thrown in. There was deer hunting – yes, that’s right, this suggestion from one of our Austrian colleagues, who obviously hasn’t realised we might be h