Gentlemen.... Im thinking ( make that praying) of embarking on a tortuous career in Sales and Trading in the City ( i don't mind... anything from commodities to derivatives, anything that'll bloody take a wretch like me.) God knows, Im intelligent enough, a degree in Maths from Imperial College London, graduated last summer, all As in GCSEs and A Levels, fluent German and french (Swiss Parentage). Thats the good bit.... the VERY BAD NEWS is that im a ****ing unserious *******, who ****ed around and did absolutely no work at Uni, and emerged with nothing short of a gleaming Desmond (=Tutu=2:2). So im pretty much screwed as far as IB is concerned.... I realise, without a hint of bitterness ( yeh right) that the bloke from East Anglia Poly, with a 2:1 in Media studies, has a better chance of getting into a top tier bank than I do. I sppose I knew the deal, so its all my fault to be honest. MY QUESTION IS... is it all over for me, as far as being a star derivatives trader is concerned.... a true Master of the Universe ( think Merriweather.... think the new Jesse Livermore gadammit!!), or are there alternative routes to my pre-ordained financial stardom? would starting out @ a place like Tullet Liberty, or Cantor leave me with much room to manouevre? Are there any small (ish) City firms, with reputable training schemes, who would take a moron like me, burdened perpetually, it would seem, with the galling iron fetters of a freakin Desmond??? AARrrrrrhhhh IF ONLY... I could have warded off the temptation of another Mandela (=wife-beater=....yeh u get it).... and a night out chasing some stupid cow, I would be flashin my brand spankin new Morgan Stanley card, stepping over and around the grisly hoi polloi, trophy blonde on ( each) arm... laced with more nose candy than you could shake a stick at.... what a life. WHAT A LIFE. Now I take the 98 to and fro the job centre. Oh well... any suggestions on how I can mend these broken, shattered dreams, how i can scale the heights all the way up to Valhalla itself... HOW CAN I DINE WITH THE GODS ON OLYMPUS GADDAMIT!! are most welcome. Short of that, I guess I can always empty the wheelie bins at the top of ur drive every friday morning, and perhaps subsidise this thrilling pursuit by putting up marquees now and again in the village square. Who says there isn't much fun to be had in livin the quiet life??