Aug 29 2008 by Denis Kilcommons
I WAS perturbed to read about the new deputy governor of the Bank of England and his prediction that the global financial downturn could drag on a bit.
Not so much for his warning about troubled times ahead, but because of his name: Charles Bean.
Good God, one of the men in whom we have put our trust and our future, is Mr Bean.
The most important message, he said, was that the crisis would come to an end. We know that. But when? Next year? Next millennium?
If Mr Bean cannot properly negotiate a car park barrier in his Mini and goes to bed with a tattered teddy bear, what hope is there for our fiscal future?