. . and needless to say, Niall, I’ll be in the right place to keep an eye open for investment opportunities and I can give you the nod!’ Des scraped the last bit of strawberry roulade from his dish and ate it with relish. ‘Is that not considered to be insider trading?’ Niall leaned back in his chair, wishing he was anywhere but where he was. The other man had out-talked everyone else at the table, taking charge of the conversation and directing it back to himself and his ‘golden opportunities’, every chance he got. ‘Oh come on, now, it’s not as if you’re going to be investing millions,’ scoffed Des. ‘Everyone gives a few tips here and there. They don’t go after us for helping out small fry. They’re only interested in the big players. Mind you I got a great tip two years ago that made me the guts of half a mil. It’s all about who you know.’ ‘Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind,’ Niall said politely, thinking what a patronizing gobshite the other man was.