When self-confessed hippy liberal "Steve Jones" (a pseudonym Anderson adopted for the "semi-fictional" column in the London Paper from which this book is drawn) takes up the unlikely role of a London stockbroker, he is thrown headlong into a testosterone-driven world of back-stabbing, corruption and cocaine-fuelled parties. Torn between daily temptations of bacchic proportions and a niggling conscience, a golden opportunity to prove his worth and humiliate an arch rival proves irresistible. While many of Jones's tales of greed and deceit on the financial battlefield are hardly exceptional, his darker revelations make disturbing reading, particularly in view of the current economic gloom.