Sir Fred was not a good man -
He had his little ways.
And sometimes no one spoke to him
For days and days and days.
And men who came across him,
When walking in the town,
Gave him a supercilious stare,
Or passed with noses in the air -
And bad Sir Fred stood dumbly there,
Blushing beneath his frown.
Sir Fred was not a good man,
And no good friends had he.
He stayed in every afternoon ...
But no one came to tea.
And, round about December,
The cards upon his shelf
Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer,
And fortune for the coming year,
Were never from his near and dear,
But only from himself.
(Apologies to AAMilne...)
The fourth post ever on this blog in which I say Sir Fred Goodwin should be sacked for cause and denied his retirement benefits. I argue he is (now was) the worst CEO of any major bank anywhere.
And the end game as reported by FTAlphaville: Introducing Mr Fred Goodwin - Former Knights of the Bachelor...