Good god, I am still recovering from a raucous party earlier this week with all our old friends.

It was the first time in nearly two years that all of us chums, from sundry private banks and investment managers, had got together face-to-face in the City to celebrate the ending of dreadful Covid lockdown.

It was, in short, an oenophile’s delight night.

Before things got too boozy, I set my chums a challenge to create limericks which would echo the character o...