Let’s pause and reflect for a moment. Consider me, or rather, consider a version of me that’s simultaneously an observer and participant in the grand theater of financial markets. Now, hold on. Forget that. Let me start again…
I was born in Glasgow, a city carved by raw grit and humor, think of Sir Alex Ferguson and Billy Connolly. Not far from there, I began my career in Edinburgh, a mere fifty miles geographically, but an infinite leap in atmosphere. Imagine stepping into an aristocratic investment house, its rooms brimming with the ghosts of ambition and refinement. Suddenly finding yourself in the domain of tall men in their dead fathers' ill-fitting trousers. Aristocrats in suits hemmed just above their ankles, like ghosts of a forgotten mod era.
