Every year it's the same. In the run-up to Christmas the office looks like an Aladdin's cave of goodies that just keep coming. Yes, it's Christmas "treat time", courtesy of the clients, where they reward us for all the hard work (yeah, right) that's gone into squeezing, and in some cases just massaging, their portfolios.
Already this week I've received a truckload of wine cases from a variety of family-owned vineyards, an envelope stuffed with Selfridges vouchers, a couple of Harrods hampers and a diamond bracelet. Shame they were delivered to the office though, as the vigilant compliance manager immediately declared them "gifts" and subjected them to the bank's "corporate governance policy". Anything valued at more than £100 must go back.
But some treats are priceless, particularly one I received from a wealthy Eastern