I am not a high-frequency trader and on the rare occasions I tweak my portfolio I like to share with you. In January 2016 I invited you to Yield to Temptation.
Reggie and I were unadventurous yesterday. We reprised our Monday morning walk to Bruniquel but this time in low cloud and a light drizzle, or a grand soft day as it’s called in Ireland.
I sometimes use St James’s Park station as a cross country route to my club. Incidentally there is grim news in Clubland. The new business rates will see clubs facing rates rising by as much as 400% and my club is reluctantly phasing in higher subscriptions.
It’s such a relief when there is a binary decision. On Saturday evening, either listen to Elektra on Radio 3 live from the Met or open a bottle of The (Wine) Society’s Vin d’Alsace, slot in a CD and, hey presto, High Society?
A friend has a relatively small amount of money to invest and has asked my advice. He already has a much larger conservatively invested portfolio and would like to diversify. He is after capital growth and not worried about income.
If you go down in the woods today You’re sure of a big surprise If you go down in the woods today You’d better go in disguise! For every bear that ever there was Will gather there for certain Because today’s the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic.
Patricia Highsmith’s 1950 novel Strangers on a Train is pretty dark. Alfred Hitchcock’s 1951 film is a lot better. I’m hoping to introduce two strangers.
The Independent Workers Union of Great Britain (IWGB) greeted the audience arriving at the Royal College of Music on Thursday evening to hear Mozart’s 24th Piano Concerto and Richard Strauss’ An Alpine Symphony.
Mrs Hudson came in without knocking while I was having forty winks. I awoke to hear Holmes expostulating “Dear Mrs H, please desist from wipin’ your hands on your apron – so common”. I knew that her intrusion must be warranted.