EVERY now and again, the Bank of England Governor invites journalists in for lunch. The last one I went to, we sat in the “Governor’s Dining Room”, a wood-panelled chamber in the heart of the vast building. There was a clock ticking, as we picked away at our English asparagus and salmon, just the two of us.
It took my mind back to sitting in my tutor’s study at university, at the top of an ancient college staircase. In the presence of a great mind, and for an hour or so, the rest of the world shut out, just the two of us.
