"Alright Liam I think that's it for this year, have a good Christmas," the broker yapped into my ear as I sat back in my ergonomic office chair and watched orders blipping off the electronic market, one by one.
"Thanks for your help Marcus, talk to you in January. Best to your wife and kids," I replied mechanically through my headset, before pulling it off my head and laying it down on the desk. Relieved of duties, I leant back in the chair and stretched. I'd been a decent rugby player back in my youth and even now I turned out for a local club, but the muscles you needed to push a scrum were not the muscles you needed to sit at a desk all day. Pushing my chair back, I stood up and ran through a series of full-body stretches I'd once been given by a physiotherapist.
"Starting the warm up
