It’s nearly ten years since I left my job dodging London’s traffic selling cigarette machines in favour of working as foreign exchange dealer in a dingy room behind a bureau de change kiosk in Marble Arch. Having recently moved to Holland Park in West London this opportunity was a very appealing one with only a twenty minute commute on the central line and the chance to work with three of my closest pals. It was March 2004 and I was 22 (See above image) and the world of foreign exchange was Read more