Welcome to the jungle80
There was no jumping out of helicopters and into jacuzzis for me.
Mostly it was copying spreadsheets and trying to plug a memory
card into my computers. Sometimes I envied the post room boys
I so nearly joined.
But Wall Street was really good on the details of insider trading.
Bud Fox, played by the sane and reasonable Charlie Sheen, is
tempted by money supremo Gordon Gekko to come up with
insider information. He sacrices the company where his father
works in a deal with the devilish nancier. The avaricious yet
naive Fox loses his soul in his quest for big bucks. But the rewards
are certainly enticing. From my seat in the Odeon Panton Street I
was entranced by the speed of Bud’s transformation. One minute
he’s cold-calling stroppy clients with a weak sales pitch, the next
he’s suggestively making sushi with his trophy girlfriend in a
massive penthouse overlooking Manhattan.
The second lm was Platoon, which became something of an in
joke for Perrine and me. The poster screamed The First Casualty
of War is Truth! But, as we were slowly beginning to realise, truth
was actually under serious attack from Jerry’s drug use.
You’re probably now expecting a big section about wild City boys
out of their skulls on cocaine. I’m sorry to disappoint you. I saw
very little use of recreational drugs while I worked in nance,
especially not on school nights. And Jerry most certainly wasn’t
snorting gak from his desktop. No, his choice of poison was
much more prosaic but ultimately just as dangerous.
Jerry was hooked on prescription drugs, washed down with
vodka. He claimed to have hurt his back playing rugby years
ago and often groaned when he stood up. It sounds stupid but
no one had any idea about how dangerous a diet of aspirin,
paracetamol and codeine could be. His desk drawer rattled every
time he pulled it open. I began to notice airline miniatures of
Smirnoff, wrapped up in research reports and tossed into the
wastepaper basket. Like all true alkies, he was never seen with a
glass in his hand. Once, late at night, I found a couple of bottles
of the super-strength sleeping pill, temazepam, in his ofce.