The other week a colleague at work had been telling me about how he intended to make a killing on the financial market for trading currencies I was fully ignorant that any of this even existed in the real world so I began to glaze over when he was going on about all the ins and out using jargon and terminology that, I am sure to the right people would mean a great deal but as far as I was concerned he would be as well talking to me in Chinese. For example, what on earth are forex signals . I would have loved to have known what he was talking about though because when he started talking about amounts he anticipated to make I was all of a sudden very interested.

Every time people have talked about financial markets or the stock market, I have always imagined them in a situation from an eighties film. Maybe Tom Cruise or Judge Reinhold would be there, an old grey haired frightening boss, expensive suits and filofaxes and a mobile phone the size of a small horse. I had always found it difficult to take it seriously because of these images I would get in my head in the face of knowing the substantial amount of pressure and capital involved and how globaly important the whole thing was. I made my mind up, I was going to grill my colleague further, finding out what all the jargon meant as well as how I could get my slice of the pie.

So sidling up next to him at the water cooler all laid back and cool I asked about the signal forex service , I remembered him saying that before, and again he went off into a rant. I think the dilemma was not so much the subject matter as the ‘lecturer’ and as his uninteresting monetone voice droned on for what seemed like an eternity I found myself slipping into an alternative reality where I was actually IN the eighties film, some of the high jinx that myself and Cruise got up to was magnificent but just as Molly Ringwald started to flirt with me I was brought back to reality with a mind spinning proposition.

“So are you in?” he repeated. After stammering and stuttering I took a leaf out of Del boy Trotters book and dared to win by agreeing to be “in”. After finding out what I was in I did feel a brief few days of dread and panic but as I sit here now on my yacht I am pretty sure I made the right decision in diving in head first.

Well all the best I must dash, Belinda Carlisle just came in.