The Four Merchant Bankers of the Apocalypse

The word "Sorry", it occurs to me is just a word like every other word that appears on this screen. Some people are quite comfortable with it whilst others agonise over it as though their world would come to an end or perhaps be given a fresh beginning with its very utterance. Some people say things like "it takes a bigger man to apologise for their mistakes" although others will say that "you're better safe than sorry".

What occurs to me having watched the Four Bankers of the Apocalypse apologise on TV today is that they didn't appear to be suffering too much for their mistakes. Granted, they appeared on TV and all said the most difficult word in the English language to say. They faced questions about how the banking system failed and how bonus culture was in part to blame. They've even lost their jobs. However I cannot imagine for a moment that any of them will be close to losing their homes. I can't imagine for a moment that any of them will be shopping at Iceland, Lidl or Primark in the near future. The ones with knighthoods will undoubtedly retain their titles and as the credit crunch diminishes and the world economy starts to recover, their expansive share portfolios will undoubtedly begin to burst at the seams again. The only thing I am certain that they are sorry about is that they will not be recieving the salaries and bonuses they will now be missing out on due to the fact that they are no longer employed by the institutions they ruined. In fact they all looked fairly relaxed and comfortable in their surroundings.

The thing that made me angry though; the thing that made me want to tear off my shirt, turn green and save a beautiful woman from an evil scientist was that the young arse second from left in the photo above had the audacity to complain that his shares had lost more money than they had made. What a disaster for him that must have been. Poor guy, he only made £2 million odd last year and his shares have temporarily dropped in value. I am presuming that his friends in Cloud Cuckoo Land are sympathetic to his losses, but I fail to see why I or any one else for that matter should be. I would suggest that he offloads these awful shares at the earliest opportunity to a good cause like Great Ormond St Hospital or something. That way he will not have to complain and wine about his self inflicted misfortune like a little girl who's just broken the head off her dolly. What's more he will be free of his cursed losses.