There's another one! They're calling this one "Apollo's Hughes". However, there is no need to panic. The thing in question is actually a man by the name of Ryan Hughes. 'That's a relief, boss! What about City's Harris?' Er ... City's Harris is still a problem, Voice. I'll have to get back to the readers on that one.
Well, what do we know about him, this Ryan Hughes? He's a fund manager at Apollo Multi Asset Management, and he went to the University of the West of England ... wherever that is, whatever it is. 'It's probably a university in the west of England somewhere, Mikey.' Yeah, thanks for that. / Uh, I can tell you, dear reader(s), that our Ryan is very well-connected. 'Really? Does he know guys like George Soros then? Maybe he's a personal friend of the field marshal, er, viscount ... ?' No, man. He has over five hundred connections on LinkedIn, you dig? 'Oh dear. Never mind.' AND(!) ... he was a nimble fish in a big pond, right? 'Right.' But now ... he's a different fish in a small pond. I think. 'Is that a good thing?' It doesn't really matter.
I'll be taking Ryan for a spin later, for my sins, I mean, peccadilloes, No. 364. 'He deserves it, boss.' Well, he might say that he doesn't. He might say: "I don't deserve this. I was only managing a fund." Like Gene Hackman at the end of Unforgiven.
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Anything else? Not really. I don't want to tell you about my music troubles. I ain't giving up though.
I might put Powerage on in a minute, to cheer myself up. It's impossible to listen to the album and be depressed at the same time. 'Why don't you put Cohen's Songs From A Room on?' I'll give that one a miss, if you don't mind, Voice.
Lunch? Cheese sandwich. 'Christ!' It may seem boring to you, reader(s), but as a vegetarian I can only have cheese or egg sandwiches. 'Oh, you can't have soup?' What?! Cheese soup?! Egg soup?! You're crazy, man!!! No, I'm sticking to the sandwiches.
Well, what do we know about him, this Ryan Hughes? He's a fund manager at Apollo Multi Asset Management, and he went to the University of the West of England ... wherever that is, whatever it is. 'It's probably a university in the west of England somewhere, Mikey.' Yeah, thanks for that. / Uh, I can tell you, dear reader(s), that our Ryan is very well-connected. 'Really? Does he know guys like George Soros then? Maybe he's a personal friend of the field marshal, er, viscount ... ?' No, man. He has over five hundred connections on LinkedIn, you dig? 'Oh dear. Never mind.' AND(!) ... he was a nimble fish in a big pond, right? 'Right.' But now ... he's a different fish in a small pond. I think. 'Is that a good thing?' It doesn't really matter.
I'll be taking Ryan for a spin later, for my sins, I mean, peccadilloes, No. 364. 'He deserves it, boss.' Well, he might say that he doesn't. He might say: "I don't deserve this. I was only managing a fund." Like Gene Hackman at the end of Unforgiven.
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Anything else? Not really. I don't want to tell you about my music troubles. I ain't giving up though.
I might put Powerage on in a minute, to cheer myself up. It's impossible to listen to the album and be depressed at the same time. 'Why don't you put Cohen's Songs From A Room on?' I'll give that one a miss, if you don't mind, Voice.
Lunch? Cheese sandwich. 'Christ!' It may seem boring to you, reader(s), but as a vegetarian I can only have cheese or egg sandwiches. 'Oh, you can't have soup?' What?! Cheese soup?! Egg soup?! You're crazy, man!!! No, I'm sticking to the sandwiches.
