Gosling's Grouse: So long, summer

GOSLING'S GROUSE

Note to self: do not admit what your occupation is when you are on holiday trying to get away from the markets.

I made the mistake of telling a lorry driver I met in a Cornwall pub what I did for a living and that was it. I was enjoying a drink watching the Olympics, when the lorry driver, let’s call him Pete, decided basketball was not his thing and decided to talk economics. “So, when is this Greece thing going to sort itself out?” he said. “Well, that is the 150-billion-pound question,” I replied, “and frankly I do not know.” I was tempted to say I did not care either, but our friendly lorry driver was still trying to fathom how much £150bn actually is. “It is around 15 Olympic Games,” I ex...