A desperate, perspex big for immortality. Not really the done thing, but in the ’90s this is how capital markets denizens got their kicks and derived their self-worth. These days it’s with industry awards.

Office anthropology™
The future’s so bright I have to wear shades, yo.
The JC puts on his pith-helmet, grabs his butterfly net and a rucksack full of marmalade sandwiches, and heads into the concrete jungleIndex: Click to expand:
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