Quintin Jardine's blog

I had a phone call this morning from a Welsh-sounding man called Ross, a complete stranger. He wanted me to take all my investments and give them to his organisation, because, he said, he could give me guaranteed earnings of eight per cent.

I should be laughing, but I’m not, because mine was only a single name on a long list, and there will be one or two  who will be tempted by his line of bull-shit. On the face of it, eight per cent growth is eye-watering  in the current financial climate, but in the immortal words of the well-known financial adviser, Joni Mitchell, you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.

I should have noted the name of Ross’s organisation, but I didn’t. However his phone number was traceable through 1471; I’ve passed it on to The Financial Conduct Authority. If what he’s doing isn’t against regulations, it bloody well should be.