A Cut In Time: Trading a Central Bank Meeting.
These risk screens always tell a story.
At the AXIA trading desks.
Wednesday 18th September 2024,
London, England.
Some people take a long piss, you know. Wide stance, let it all out, shoulders back, to telegraph to busy by-passers that I too own the space. Leave the cubicle door open because good God man, we’ve got FOMC in ten minutes! In ten minutes we do battle, and everything else is of secondary importance. To show that, ya know—I own the space. It ain’t but a thing.
That right there is a trader who is switched on. You don’t lumber in; you bring Presence to the desk and our domain. You see that with the best, AXIA’s Alex Haywood once told me. That’s the answer to my question on the way into the office, this trading floor in a nondescript London townhouse: what separates the civilian who is asleep, dazed and buffeted on the Tube carriage and this special, special lot who are just ready, at all times, to spill their guts out? To take maximum risk, load the guns, load the boat—always a hairline away f…