It′s been a busy few weeks in financial crime. One has to wonder how much of it is pent-up action that people have found ways to do since the world began working from its back-bedroom or the kitchen table and how much of it is people trying to keep busy so they look as if they are achieving something when they haven′t found ways to perform their normal duties effectively.
Good morning, good afternoon or good evening depending on where you are. Sitting at 101 degrees East, I'm roughly in the middle of the day for half of the world and in the tail end of the previous day for the other half.
That's an example of how we tend to think in a very localised way, even when we are acting on a much bigger stage. But there's more....
In the past week, we have learned that the 2020 F1 Grands Prix in Singapore, Suzuka, Sao Paulo, Austin and Baku will not, or probably will not, take place. take place. We have already lost the first half of the season including the much awaited Vietnamese Grand Prix. The underlying reason is that there remains great fear of the spread of the CoVid-19 virus and such fear is not misplaced.
But there is one place where ground can be made up quickly, easily and even cheaply.
Sometimes there's writers' block and other times there's, well, something more akin to diarrhoea of the verbiage persuasion.
This rambling rant is the latter. My mind was having a free-thought day, my fingers were on the keyboard, here it is in its unadulterated, unpolished, form.
There are big questions and observations that might or might not be connected but most of all there's this - our current situation has raised many issues that have arisen through complacency, ignorance or, even, attempts to adopt the "someone else's problem" approach to management. Chickens, meet roost.
The title is a pun. Well, probably not a pun, actually. It's taking a statement that isn't ironic nor sarcastic, an expression that's more term of art than literal, and - because it's English and we can do this kind of thing - twisting it into something with a single-use, throwaway, purpose.
The original expression refers to "that old fashioned look," which means half-way between flirtation and "come-hither." It's not quite an open invitation to a shag but it's travelling in that general direction. Strangely, I haven't had to twist it much.