Gordon MacRae Blog

The City at lunchtime in a Tuesday is everything the private equity firms think we want: Seamless. Soulless. Sameness.

Bright, clear blue skies today. The feeling of spring being just round the corner, not quite yet arrived. Heavy with anticipation.

I get a seat on the tube going into and out of town. A remote job allows me to avoid rush hour both ways.

The recruitment consultants at the Monument WeWork are improving at table tennis everyday. There are three of them and every lunchtime they play each other twice. And keep a running score of how many times they have beaten each other.

“That’s 6-4, mate. You are getting worse.”

Then they return quietly to their desks, eat their packed, protein-filled lunches and try to hit their quote for the week.