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A love letter, written in blood.
A love letter, written in blood.


Many people around the world make it their business to deal with {{tag|Cayman Islands}} {{tag|special purpose vehicle}}s. It couldn't get much more exotic:— Hi finance, international intrigue, critical faxes running out of paper and saving Tom Cruise’s bacon<ref>John Grisham: ''The Firm''. Possible, but highly implausible.</ref>; gangsters throwing [[Anti-money laundering|money-launderers]] to the crocs<ref>Ben Affleck in ''Runner Runner''. Preposterous. There aren't crocodiles in the [[Cayman Islands]]. {{cayman crocodiles}}
Many people around the world make it their business to deal with {{tag|Cayman Islands}} {{tag|special purpose vehicle}}s. It couldn't get much more exotic:— High finance, international intrigue, faxes running out of paper at the critical moment and saving Tom Cruise’s bacon<ref>John Grisham: ''The Firm''. Possible, but highly implausible.</ref>; drug-dealing gangsters throwing [[Anti-money laundering|money-launderers]] to the crocs<ref>Ben Affleck in ''Runner Runner''. Preposterous. There aren't crocodiles in the [[Cayman Islands]]. {{cayman crocodiles}}
</ref> and of course a whole, crazy, swinging scene out there of inter-marital ''jiggery pokery'' — the island is about the size of Poole, in the middle of a cruel ocean and beset by tropical storms, so it is no real surprise spouses wind up in each others’ beds, especially in hurricane season. Viz:
</ref> and of course a whole, crazy, swinging scene out there of inter-marital ''jiggery pokery'' — the island is about the size of Poole, in the middle of a cruel ocean and beset by tropical storms, so it is no real surprise spouses wind up in each others’ beds, especially in hurricane season. Viz:
:—Oh look! my car is in the neighbour’s tree!  
:—Oh look! my car is in the neighbour’s tree!  
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Me neither.
Me neither.


So pity the sad cadre of {{tag|London}}-bound lawyers who commission Cayman [[SPV]]s and have to review their salty board minutes<ref>Properly dirty these are. I couldn’t begin to tell you.</ref> — who spend long London evenings staring out into the dank gloom, longing for the exotic spice of island life of [[Ugland House]], Georgetown, Grand Cayman.  
[[File:Ugland House.jpg|300px|thumb|left|Home to tens of thousands of helpless little orphan [[SPV]]s]]
So pity the sad cadre of {{tag|London}}-bound lawyers who commission Cayman [[SPV]]s and have to review their salty board minutes<ref>Properly dirty these are. I couldn’t begin to tell you.</ref> — who spend long London evenings staring out into the dank gloom, longing for the exotic spice of island life that goes on behind the Hacienda frontages of [[Ugland House]], Georgetown, Grand Cayman.  


But will anyone ever stump up to let these poor people actually ''go'' out there? Like, even to conduct [[due diligence]] or something? That would be prudent, right? Surely?
But will anyone ever stump up to let these poor people actually ''go'' out there? Like, even to conduct [[due diligence]] or something? That would be prudent, right? Surely?