IT WAS au revoir (but not goodbye) last night at a leaving party at City restaurant Manicomio for PricewaterhouseCoopers&rsquo; John Whiting, the popular tax adviser who&rsquo;s often been dubbed &ldquo;Britain&rsquo;s most quoted accountant&rdquo;.<br /><br />Whiting &ndash; who&rsquo;s known as &ldquo;Mr T&rdquo; on his regular stints on the BBC 2 Working Lunch sofa &ndash; has already started in his new job as tax policy adviser for the Chartered Institute of Taxation.<br /><br />But after 37 years at PwC, I ask him, didn&rsquo;t he just feel like taking a bit of a break?<br /><br />&ldquo;Sometimes I wonder if I&rsquo;ve had a longer sentence than Bernie Madoff,&rdquo; he jokes. &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t get as much money, that&rsquo;s for sure, but at least I don&rsquo;t have to give it back.<br /><br />&ldquo;But seriously, I didn&rsquo;t want to stop working and I feel like I&rsquo;ve still got a contribution to make. I come from Hull so I get teased mercilessly about Hull City&rsquo;s success (or lack of it) &ndash; but at least they&rsquo;ve stayed in the Premiership, and that&rsquo;s what I like to think I&rsquo;m doing. I&rsquo;m still in the league, just switching clubs.&rdquo;<br /><br /><strong>BUTLER SERVICE</strong><br />No sooner had we published a rundown of all the recessionary woes to hit the annual Cowes week regatta yesterday, than a City sailor emails in with an offer that&rsquo;s bucking the trend.<br /><br />Champagne house G.H. Mumm has launched a special offer to celebrate the Cowes Ladies&rsquo; Day on Tuesday 4 August. It plans to send a liveried &ldquo;water butler&rdquo; to cruise the high seas, awarding chilled bottles of Cordon Rouge champagne to the most stylish crews of the competition.<br /><br />Much though The Capitalist likes the sound of dressing up to the nines and being served by a personal water butler, noone could argue with our reader&rsquo;s wry comment that Mumm appears to have failed to pick up on the spirit of our newly-straitened times.<br /><br /><strong>ROMANTIC STREAK</strong><br />What is it these days with seemingly staid financiers writing steamy romantic novels?<br /><br />An email pops into my inbox flagging up the latest fictional offering from Sean Doyle, an investment manager at London &amp; Capital &ndash; who&rsquo;s being compared to romance queen Jilly Cooper. (Exhibit One: &ldquo;Spain 1986, a summer of love, a summer that promised so much, yet in the end delivered nothing more than agony and anguish&hellip;&nbsp; I&rsquo;d often wondered how she&rsquo;d coped, what had happened to her, but here she was, as stunning as the image embedded in my memory&hellip;&rdquo; And there&rsquo;s plenty more where that came from.)<br /><br />His novel, When Fate Comes Calling, is about a holiday romance between an English student and a beautiful French maiden which is brought &ldquo;to a sudden and devastating end&rdquo;, before being rekindled decades later after a chance business trip reunion.<br /><br />All the makings of a great love story, I&rsquo;m sure. It&rsquo;s available on Amazon or directly from London &amp; Capital, who are using their prodigy&rsquo;s talent to raise vital funds for their children&rsquo;s charity, the L&amp;C Charitable Foundation.<br /><br /><strong>CITY CONNOISSEURS</strong><br />Exciting news for the City fine dining set yesterday as the Galvin brothers unveiled the name for their new City restaurant, due to open in the late autumn.<br /><br />The restaurant, which will be housed in the beautiful St Botolph&rsquo;s Hall in Spital Square, has been named Galvin La Chapelle after a 13th century French chapel in the Rhone Valley, one of Chris and Jeff Galvin&rsquo;s favourite haunts.<br /><br />And the best part about it? The restaurant will stock some of the best vintages of a renowned wine to which the chapel also lends its name, Hermitage La Chapelle, and which the pair say has a &ldquo;particular resonance&rdquo; with their cooking.<br /><br />One thing&rsquo;s for sure: there&rsquo;ll be no shortage of parched City patrons just itching to put that theory to the test.<br /><br /><strong>SHOE FETISH</strong><br />It&rsquo;s certainly the case that the few brave ladies at the top of the banking world don&rsquo;t exactly have it easy, but something tells me Annika Falkengren, the boss of Scandinavia&rsquo;s SEB bank, needs to get her priorities straight.<br /><br />One of the most powerful women in the global banking industry, Falkengren is on the box tonight in an interview on CNBC&rsquo;s The Leaders.<br /><br />&ldquo;Sometimes I think you can feel a bit unfairly treated,&rdquo; she says. &ldquo;Nobody focuses on the shoes of males chief executives. But on the other hand, since there are so few of us, we just have to put up with it.&rdquo;<br /><br />Look on the bright side, ladies: think what a dark place the world would be without the comfort of our Jimmy Choos...<br /><br /><strong>HORSE&rsquo;S MOUTH</strong><br />Has everyone&rsquo;s favourite veteran business commentator, BGC Partners&rsquo; David Buik, been spending a little too much time on the racecourse recently?<br /><br />I only ask because the cheeky chappie&nbsp; seems to have become partial to referring to fellow human beings in equine terms. A few weeks ago, he referred to former Treasury minister Kitty Ussher as &ldquo;a fine filly, bred out of decent mare and sired by a thoroughbred&rdquo;, while yesterday&rsquo;s offering was about the late Charlie&rsquo;s Angels actress Farrah Fawcett, who he described, in a similar vein, as &ldquo;a fine looking filly with stunning confirmation, who walked well in the paddock&rdquo;.<br /><br />Channel 4 Racing should take note, if they&rsquo;re ever looking for a new commentator.<br /><br /><strong>FESTIVE FRENZY</strong><br />As is always the case at the height of summer, various seasonally-confused corporates begin preparing for the December rush and sending out flurries of winter emails.<br /><br />One of the first (I vaguely recall another, even more premature offering hitting the inbox back in March) arrives from Selfridges, peddling &ldquo;the launch of a Cracking Christmas&rdquo;.<br /><br />Those hostile double Cs are looking decidedly frosty amid all this glorious sunshine, even for The Capitalist&rsquo;s festive-friendly tendencies.