MAYFAIR — I’m not really a good “guy’s guy”. I’m not a very good shot. I can’t drink beer quickly. And I would rather talk to girls than talk about them.
However, in spite of that I set out last night quite happily for a black-tie dinner at a gentlemen’s club in Mayfair. I know the host and almost half the guys. There were Canadians, Americans, English, Scots, but for some reason all the South Africans have already fled town… and the Aussies, as you know, don’t do black tie.
They weren’t even all bankers… there were lawyers too! But, unfortunately that didn’t help. It was like being at a convention for retired superheroes. All the daring-do was in the past. And the present wasn’t… well it wasn’t very funny.
I stopped asking people about work after a while. But the most difficult part was that the one requirement of the evening that everyone had to tell a joke. And they were horrible, toe-curling, eye-poking, get-up and go to the bathroom, bad.
Because the group was roughly built around a graduating class from business school at Harvard, I can only come to one or two conclusion:
Business is really bad
The recession has sucked the last bit of air from the room
We need more women to run the world.