Banking Chaos a Reflection Through Historical Eyes

Sixty years ago, come this November, a twenty-eight-year old Geoffrey Blainey published a history of The National Bank of Australasia marking its first commercial century. He took us on a ride through start-ups and crashes, panics and depressions, wars and peace into a 1950s mired in controversy and banking reforms.

Music Streaming iHeart Flatline Shows Disruption is Out of Beat

Almost two years ago, I wrote an article “The Broken Model of Music Streaming” that predicted the demise of iHeart Radio. Today the company filed for bankruptcy and it’s just the first of many DotCom 2 bubble bursts to come.

Here’s the article I posted in April 2016, prompted in fact by the death of Prince. Till then, I’d never formally streamed music online. Thing is, once there I couldn’t for the life of me work out why I wasn’t being charged even a cent for the ride?

The Bitcoin Bust and My Adventures in the Dot Com Boom

A bit over a month ago on the launch of the Chicago Mercantile Exchange’s Bitcoin trade I predicted a déjà vu. Here was the subprime mortgage disaster, sprinkled with the dot com boom, mixed in a glass of fresh 21st Century hubris waiting to bubble over. So, the question I posed with overt sarcasm, was how many olives would it take to send this martini splashing over its side?

Then I realised this is complex stuff. Bitcoin, cryptocurrency and blockchain are awe-inspiring feats of human ingenuity. They rank right up there with tourist space travel and driverless cars.

Business Insight Through Couture: “Deluxe How Fashion Has Lost its Luster”

Every now and then I’m moved by an author to praise his or her work. Yet, sometimes a subject, its research, its prose simply bedazzles and in the case of fashion expert Dana Thomas’s book, “Deluxe How Luxury has Lost its Luster”, I’m eager to declare it a feat of business journalism.

Leadership and the Sacking of Terry Francona

September 30, 2011: Terry Francona, a man who seemed so yearning to let loose a massive verbal burden that evening, merely drawled a brief public farewell. Other than the brick wall behind him not a hint of Red Sox regalia. Not even the smallest letter “B” on his drab collared shirt.