Every City worker, or at least every sensible one I’ve come across, whether they be lawyer, accountant, banker or whatever, longs to be involved in non-City things. Most of them, given the chance, would give it up and take up garden design, travel the world, do something arty, charitable, anything so long as it involved escape from the Square Mile.
In my own, very small, way I achieved something last week: my first and probably last credit in the catalogue of a show at a West End art gallery. I helped Stephanie with some of the text for display on the walls of the Air Gallery Traditional Yet Contemporary show. And she duly acknowledged this in the catalogue, along with the names of much more august people.
Trouble is, she felt that my presence in the list of acknowledgees needed explanation. The contributions of the other people in the list were self-explanatory: they were professors, people in the art establishment and the like. So where for the professors she mentioned the university they came from, for me she mentioned my employer. It didn’t look out of place. Investment banks often throw money at art exhibitions and get duly thanked. But the contribution of my employer in this case is more intangible: I sometimes have things Korean on my mind during working hours — which is fair enough because I often have work things on my mind outside of office hours. But if my employer deserves acknowledgement for this, my wife deserves a lot more thanks. She has to put up with me hogging the computer at home and spending far too much time on my little hobby when I should be pulling my weight around the house. So thank you, Louise, for your patience and forbearance.