City Boy was sitting on a beach in Goa with a margarita in one hand and a joint in the other when he made the decision to change his life.
He had just discovered the size of his annual bonus after a call to the office.
I didn’t know whether I was going to be given half a million or be sacked,” he says. “If they had found out about the column I probably would have been sacked. I was told it was the former. In fact it was my biggest bonus ever.
“I breathed a sigh of relief and planned my escape. I’d always been ambivalent about my career due to being brought up in a left-wing, religious household and the fact I was a former hippy. I’d gone into the City in 1996 with the intention of doing only five years but, like the bank robber in the film, I kept doing one last job.
“I didn’t want to end up like so many people in the City, alcoholic, red-faced, fat and on my second divorce. The City is full of people like that.
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