Stamina

Thursday 26th & Friday 27th September 2024.
London.

Oh, that immortal Cypriot!

“It’s actually madly insane, Bog. Spooky even. You’re some kind of anti-jinx now,” he wrote.

It turns out that my interspersed appearances on the London floor this year consistently coincided with that rare, succulent, volatility-ambrosia; trickle-down positive variance. Eight out of eight.

Consider exhibit No.6: My first day back from a long and special sabbatical—31st July. Now check any significant futures market of the following three days. After some dry six months, even your hardcore rationalist stats-cruncher would start to fidget. But, of course, our Cypriot put up a seven-figure fortnight before the dust settled. Something—finally!

“But we can’t abuse this special power of yours though,” he continued. “Funny thing too—something else happened just as we caught up yesterday—because last night… it went like this…”

Reader! Join me—let’s rewind the night and break all sense of fourth walls and the laws of physics. Why? Because I can.

We drive onwards to Park Lane. The streetlights glide across the windscreen and fall back, the electric drive hums in the background; only the Cypriot’s white collar survives near total darkness.

Going out on a Thursday night? Incredible!

“What are the odds, right?” he says. “All of a sudden, the Japanese decide to their next Prime Minister this coming morning. But you know, I’ve been feeling homesick lately, and I need some proper Greek vibes to shake it off. So I am not missing the concert, but I can't miss the election results either; it looks like I might have to pull an all-nighter and be at the desk by 4.30am. I’ve got no choice!”

“It started as a knowledge virus,” says Alex Haywood, who has just spontaneously materialised in the backseat! Somehow, at six-foot-four, he manages to fit in the back. Ah, realism, yes yes.

“A trader posted in the Teams group; it was like a ripple effect, then a few more eyes join in. In twenty-four hours everyone knew everything they had to know on this Japanese election,” Haywood continues, craning his neck. “But it started as a whisper—like an organism that wakes up—these connected minds pulsating with energy; curiosity that later transforms into conviction.” And what else is trading but unleashing monstrous conviction with pirouette-like delicacy?

The Taycan comes off the roundabout at Hyde Park Corner.