I am particularly careful to do this with Harrison. Harrison is technically my boss, although it’s only technical because I’m a rainmaker and he’s not. He’s a box-ticker and a brake on the excesses of the younger guys. Basically Harrison is here to make sure no one engages in any activity that is actually illegal, or if they do, we can all say we didn’t know and fire them and that will be that. He’s the trip-switch between the world and the bank’s own profits: if anything really shitty happens, Harrison gets burned personally, but the bank survives. This makes him naturally conservative, but if I hump his leg from time to time he goes pink and runs away—he’s shy and British, and married to an appalling Danish woman who sings hymns in the car when she drives him to work—and that means I can just get on with life.