I'm back ...
Well, almost ... just a little patience and probably a bottle or five of Claret (as Beer-Gut Jones would point out)
The click-click-click of sharp Italian heals echoed dryly from the mock concrete rendering of the back wall of the exchange. It was dark here, untrodden and unfound by most, a wet, murky backway through the souls of those that did business, did deals, did what ever they could to make it inside this place. He puffed on his fake, comedy shop cigar and lamented giving up ten years before - he may be able to breath now, but the kudos had hit rock bottom. From out of his jacket he pulled out a small, discreet recorder, tapped the microphone and checked his levels. He had the questions worked out, he knew what he was going to ask, what little, dark fact he was going to get his contact to reveal, and then it would be back to his tatty office with his name pealing off the glass panelled door and into the old, leather chair. A few tweaks here, an intro there, and a comment right where it was needed and he would be back. Ten years later, ten years after he had first hit the airwaves to an audience hampered by slow dial-up, crappy office computers, and a mostly off line world. But that had all changed, changed beyond recognition, and now he was ready. Tomorrow the sign writer was coming round, and his name would once again be painted in gold ...
After nearly ten years of silence, Rocky is coming back with his hard hitting commentary on the financial markets and the mad idiots that work in them. Take no prisoners, tell no lies! This is how it was back in 2001 and how it will be in 2011. Back in 2001 we were told we were 10 years ahead of our time with our Web 2.0 style community, hard hitting blogs, and irreverant radio programme. Well, if they were right, coming back now will be just timely, wouldn't you say?