RE: Colin bird18 Nov 2024 13:24
*Colin wakes up from his weekend slumber*
*Brushes the crumbs off his chest*
The cigar stub that lay resting gently on his creased shirt rolls slowly onto the carpet.
Colin rubs his eyes. He spots the TV, still on the Racing Channel, and remembers the afternoon's bets that went awry. He vows to keep his gambling restricted to looking for elephants in Zambia in the future. Enough gambling my own money, he mutters under his whiskey and tobacco smelling breath.
He unlocks his phone and spies a new email in the inbox. Another email from Cooper Lemon demanding action. Don't they understand the wet season in Zambia is hibernation season, he groans.
He wanders over his laptop, carefully avoiding the wine stain and crumbs of pastel de nata on the carpet. He logs in, Googles "Copper price per tonne" and curses. Colin sits back on the sofa and puts on his favourite film, The Big Short. One of these days, they'll make a film about me, he thinks to himself. The British Michael Burry who was right about copper all along. I wonder what they'll call it, he murmurs.
Colin then spends the afternoon working on Film titles. The Elephant Man. Damn, that's taken, he curses under his breath. Copper man. Damn, that's gone too. He sighs.
Just before dinner, Colin Googles "Copper licences for purchase in Zambia" That'll keep those pesky shareholders interested for another year or two. If you hold all the licences in Africa, someone will want at least one, he thinks. He smiles to himself, before ordering a vindaloo with extra poppadoms and veggie samosas.
The email from Cooper Lemon can wait until next week, he grins.