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Istanbul was wonderful. My birthday was wonderful. Mel got me a beautiful cashmere sweater from Ballantyne!
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[21 Jun 2008|02:50pm] |
My new counterpart over at Morgan Stanley has the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. I'm thus convinced she's v.good looking and I'm determined to find out. Hahaha.
It's time to decide where we want to go for the summer. I was set on the Amalfi Coast/Sorrento but Mel doesn't want to do Italy again after Florence and Venice earlier this year.
I have my mandatory 2 weeks off in July and most European cities can be done in a weekend so I was thinking of somewhere much further away like the Maldives.. Beach holidays have never appealed to me but I really just want to go away and do absolutely nothing. Mel's set on Cairo, but I've just checked and it's 41 degrees celsius there already!!
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[18 Jun 2008|11:06pm] |
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Epi Keepall 55
Omega Railmaster
2 x Gieves & Hawkes MTM
C&J Belgrave
Levi's 501
Tod's Gommini
Swatch GA103 from 1985
T&A shirts
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[09 Mar 2008|11:57am] |
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My Blueberry Nights was pretty mediocre. Rachel Weisz stole the show.
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[02 Jan 2008|10:49pm] |
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2008 already.. i don't usually 'set' new year resolutions, but this year i would like to:
- Save more money instead of spunking a large proportion of my income on luxury goods/food.
- Read some damn books.
- Put on some damn weight/exercise regularly
- Edit my wardrobe and sell everything i no longer wear.
- Seriously research career advancement opportunities.. ie, jump ship. GS, MS, Barcap, Deutsche??
- Buy more suits/shirts/shoes (contradicts first resolution, i do realise).
- Learn to ski.
- Sort out proper investment plans.
- Visit the optician (4 years overdue).
- Visit the dentist (3 years overdue).
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[05 Dec 2007|10:27pm] |
Bonus time looms and in a fortnight i have to perfect my reaction to ensure 1) i don't piss off my boss for coming across like an ungrateful bastard and 2) he doesn't think i'm completely content with what i receive.
I suppose one could just anticipate low to reduce disappointment, having said that, with Northern Rock staff apparently getting £200 each i'm just glad i don't work for a retail bank in dire straits.
Can i request to be paid with Chateau Petrus instead?
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[10 Oct 2007|10:14pm] |
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Bought a cashmere overcoat from Jil and there's so much beautiful Margiela that's tempting me.
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[15 Sep 2007|04:58pm] |
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I've always adored Jil Sander but now that Dior Homme has gone to shit, i suppose i've reaffirmed/rediscovered my love. I have my eyes on a couple of lovely cashmere overcoats and have just purchased 2 pairs of boots from Jil.
I was supposed to be saving for the future school fees of my unborn children or something!
Intelligent Life, the quarterly magazine from the publishers of The Economist is a brilliant.
I'm blind as a bat and really need to get my eyes tested.
Right now, I want to be in Hong Kong.
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| credit crunch |
[10 Aug 2007|09:12pm] |
ECB injects Eur95bn into the money market, head of our treasury sends email at 9am 'reassuring' us.
Let's see when the this all goes tits up then..
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[30 Jun 2007|11:21pm] |
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I nearly forgot that I even had a journal; over two months since I've posted.
Work has been immensely tiring. 13 hour days at the office without lunch/breaks at a constant stress level of 100% for the past week left me seeing off a huge sleep deficit this weekend. I woke up at 8pm today :D
Visited Toronto for 3 days a couple of weeks ago which was nice. A little rushed, but enjoyable nonetheless.
Purchased an IWC Portuguese; what a brilliant watch. I can't stop looking at it. Breguet sent me their catalogue (and pricelist) and I really wish they hadn't. I will own one some day. Maybe the new Patek Philippe Calatrava first, though.
Work is producing a new video for all new employees and I've been invited to give an interview..
Along with our CEO of Europe, Middle East & Africa and 3 MD's of various business groups. Needless to say I'm slightly shitting it. I might be good at bullshitting but this will be for everyone to see once it's done. Worse still, I don't want to get edited out.
And I still haven't had the chance to seriously train for the JPMorgan Chase 5.6km yet because it won't stop bloody raining!!!
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[27 Apr 2007|12:32am] |
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There's something not quite right when a $900 million deal doesn't get signed on the intended day because everyone due for signing is on a huge collective piss up in Turkey..
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[21 Apr 2007|12:55am] |
How many people will it take to fuck over to reach the top?
Hilditch & Key or Turnbull & Asser?
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[02 Apr 2007|09:06pm] |
I'm being dubbed the Gordon Gekko of the office. Or "Winston Gekko", according to my superiors. I haven't quite made it yet, but apparently i dress the part.
Though i really don't dress like Mr Gekko.. =/
I was preparing myself for Armageddon/Hell on Earth/camping out on the floor for financial year end but it was a like a walk in the park.
And i really, really need a haircut but don't have the time.
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[24 Mar 2007|11:15pm] |
The Savile Row tailors Kilgour (formerly Kilgour French & Stanbury) is my new love. Hundreds of years of tailoring history without the frumpiness. Forward thinking and modern, but classic. It's how it should be.
Manage to piss off a senior manager from another department by indirectly slagging off the way he works via email (although i didn't really mean/intend to). Saved my arse with a follow up apology which my direct manager remarked was something like Shakespeare. It seems pissing off senior management and redeeming yourself is a good way to make ones name known in the bank. Ha.
COS, this new 'upmarket' H&M is actually quite alright. Also walked past the 2 'WAGs' boutiques in London this afternoon and there were actually loads of ppl lining up outside to get into the one called 'Bow'. Walked into the other one called 'Better Half' (i think), and actually made eye contact with the one fit WAG (i have no idea of her name), but all the stock/buying was piss poor. Celebrity obsessing is so sad, though. All these new monied chavs. Sigh.
I need new glasses. Ate at Gordon Ramsay's Maze the other night - quite good. And it seems we're floating Prada this/next year.
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| easter |
[13 Mar 2007|07:42pm] |
I want to go away during the long Easter bank holiday weekend with Mel, leave Friday and return Monday so that's 3 nights somewhere. Possible options:
Paris (though i really should go somewhere else for a change)
Vienna
Berlin
Reykjavic
somewhere in Italy
somewhere in Spain (but will no doubt be full to the brim with British tourists)
Budapest
Prague
New York (but not sure if 3 days in NYC will be enough time)
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[11 Mar 2007|01:51pm] |
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Wednesday lunchtime consisted of a mad dash to buy a birthday cake for mum from Valerie and French tulips from Liberty, making it back to the office in the nick of time.
Friday i woke up at 4am spewing up my guts, and again at 6am. The abdominal pressure was so great that blood started to poor out my nostrils and the capillaries around my eyes all burst.
I looked a proper fucking state and was half dead, yet still managed to drag my arse into work; i was extremely close to throwing up over everyone on a packed Central line train at 8am. Lasted till lunchtime and was offered half a day off. So i went home to sleep.
I've no idea how this will fare for my career either. Heres to hoping my manager's impression of me hasn't changed; i don't usually do sick days and i managed to drag myself in which hopefully proves something..
My digestive system is shocked to shit, last Monday involved 8am-8pm with no lunch (ok not 'that' bad, but food is about survival afterall). And my body doesn't seem to digest food like it used to (ie, eat a load, be hungry an hour later).
Off to play golf. In serious need of fresh air and excercise.
And some John Lobb eyecandy, i want these:
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[03 Mar 2007|06:21pm] |
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A decent flat near home costs £560k. Say WTF. For that money i'd rather get a shoebox somewhere in the proximity of the Kings Road.
Saw an extremely gorgeous pianist with a fancy hair piece at a restaurant the other night, we spent 10mins smiling at each other and making lots of eye contact. Oh yes. But, i didn't have the guts to go up to her. Boo hoo. (My excuse being that if i did, it would have probably put her off her piano playing. Ha.)
There was piece by 'City Girl' (a weekly, anonymous columnist) in thelondonpaper last night which made me laugh.
She stated her observation of how the majority of guys in the city are extremely poorly dressed (tie knots far too big, huge belt buckles probably disproportionate to the size of their package, excessive pink etcetera). Despite, however, being paid 6/7 figure salaries and the uniform being a suit, shirt & tie; i.e. how hard can it be to mess up?
But it's funny because the lady speakth the truth. For every one well dressed guy there are about 100 badly dressed ones. In comparison however, there are LOADS of well dressed (and stunningly good looking) ladies.
Oh and being the weekend, i woke up at 5pm today. Yay to sleep :D
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