Tombstone

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A desperate, perspex bid for immortality.

Not really the done thing any more — these days one achieves neurotic self-veneration comes through industry awards — but in the ’90s this is how capital markets denizens got their kicks and derived their self-worth. You can imagine how thrilled spouses must have been with that handsome token of all those nights away from home in strip bars in Tokyo working hard on the offering circular.

See also

• Fair, large and liberal