My Favourite Banker

One evening I happened upon this most unusual sight: A wonderfully attractive girl reading the Financial Times. I'm glad I saw this. Previously all the gorgeous girls I've seen on the train have been reading Heat magazine or one of the cheaper substitutes. It restored my faith in the female kind that they're not all addicted to celebrity gossip crap that is made up by a 'journalist' who has a rapidly approaching deadline, some photos of a celebrity, and no story whatsoever.

I've tried to read the Financial Times, it's particularly dull, mainly because I have little to do with the financial industry because that too is dull. At least until they realise they've been lending money they don't own to people who can't pay it back, then its quite amusing to watch them running around shouting 'Don't Panic!'.

Of course there is always the possibility that she selected this paper because it is pink, and is just looking at the pictures.