I’ve had a picture on my wall of the newly appointed Barclays chairman, Sir David Walker, for about 25 years. If that sounds creepy, I should explain that it’s a photograph of a 1986 meeting of the Court of the Bank of England, of which my father was a member. Walker, then an up-and-coming forty-something, was an executive director of the Bank and chairman of Johnson Matthey Bankers, which the Bank had bailed out two years earlier to avert a domino collapse across the City. Tall and bespectacled — taking his glasses off for photographers these days seems to me a mistake, giving him the mildly befuddled look of Corporal Jones in Dad’s Army — he was the sort of safe-pair-of-hands technocrat who was never quite Governor material but would go on to collect a huge list of senior financial assignments elsewhere.
The last time I bumped into him in the flesh was in October 2008 at a party in the Wallace Collection given by Morgan Stanley, the US investment bank to which he was ‘senior adviser’ either side of a short stint as executive chairman of the London arm.

Get Britain's best politics newsletters
Register to get The Spectator's insight and opinion straight to your inbox. You can then read two free articles each week.
Already a subscriber? Log in
Comments
Join the debate for just $5 for 3 months
Be part of the conversation with other Spectator readers by getting your first three months for $5.
UNLOCK ACCESS Just $5 for 3 monthsAlready a subscriber? Log in