Diary of a private banker

Regular readers will know that a recurring theme of this diary is the issue of life after private banking.

Heavens, what an awful Christmas and New Year in lockdown.  How many games of cards or Monopoly can you play? In desperation, I finally had to resort to non-stop viewing of films along with other entertainment, writes Freddie Pooter.

Old jokes, however terrible, are like old soldiers, they never really die. For gags go on to eternal life in the little slips you find in Christmas crackers, writes Freddie Pooter.

Those with the stamina to watch that interminable TV series, Game of Thrones, will be aware it depicts the gory goings-on of nine noble families.

Quiet everyone. This morning’s lower 4^th tutorial continues with more examination of the great banking dynasties of Europe.

Coutts & Co has been busily cultivating newly-emerging generations of clients from backgrounds in new wealth, like Youtubers and video games entrepreneurs. Thumbnail image: DeShaun Craddock

I have long thought that London private banking should have a maxim, ‘When a man is tired of C Hoare, he is tired of life’.

Bruno Schroder sadly passed away last year at the ripe old age of 86 after guiding the bank which bears his name for decades.

As the creeping new lockdown hits, many chums are back working back at home in the suburbs and, whisper it very quietly, even Monaco and the Grand Caymans – although these of course are not related to holidays.

James Whittaker, one of the power players in the UK ultra-HNW sector started his new job at Deutsche Bank this month, sparking gossip among chums about the likely future management hierarchy at its private banking arm in London.