EQUITY & INVESTMENT 2

It had been so long since he had last walked the streets of London. Hurriedly, he pulled the collar of his coat round his neck as the filtered rays of a weak insipid sun struggled against the elements of a cool spring day. It was a day which would seem reasonably mild to anyone accustomed to the weather at this time of year, but for someone like him who had grown used to an altogether more agreeable climate, it seemed positively chilly. Shivering slightly, he turned to hail a cab that was wandering amiably along Pall Mall.

“Where to, Guvnor’?” said the gruff cabbie in a disinterested voice.

“Piccadilly Circus - The American Express club” was the reply, the voice equally impersonal, distant.

They sat in silence as the cab bumbled along through the heaving traffic, until finally it reached the club, its outer aspect a self-conscious attempt to create an impression of 10, Downing Street. As the cab trundled off, its driver cheered somewhat by a £5 tip,