Foul language was a clue to bank’s impending downfall

During the 1970s, on entering commercial premises with my late father, I heard members of staff uttering the ‘f-word’ like adolescents.

Turning to me, my father said “this is not a fit place to do business, I’m leaving”. Were he alive today, to hear the recorded phone conversations of the Anglo Bank managers, awash with foul language, he would not be surprised at the economic disaster that bank brought upon us.

Tony Moriarty

Harold’s Cross

Dublin 6W