John Andrews

It has more companies than citizens, but the prince’s tiny tax haven is thriving

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John Andrews on city life in Liechtenstein. The speed limit on Swiss motorways is 120km per hour and, if you’re travelling from northern Italy to southern Germany through Switzerland at exactly that speed, you’ll spend a scant ten minutes traversing the entire western border of the sovereign Principality of Liechtenstein. Glance to your right about halfway up the country and you’ll notice a fairy-tale castle perched on a hill, overlooking a small town. This town, as well as being the geographical centre of the tiny, landlocked state (the fourth smallest in Europe), is also its political focal point: welcome to Vaduz.

Golfers with more clubs are more likely to win

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You know Kipling’s words, about meeting triumph and disaster? Well, imagine this. You’re in your mid-forties, chief executive of one of Britain’s fastest-growing public companies. You know Kipling’s words, about meeting triumph and disaster? Well, imagine this. You’re in your mid-forties, chief executive of one of Britain’s fastest-growing public companies. Your personal fortune is in nine figures; you are fast becoming one of the Britain’s top philanthropists; you own a luxury hotel in France. You’re on holiday with your family in Botswana, enjoying the fruits of success; you’re right in the middle of a sentence when suddenly, categorically, you cannot say another word ... and you have no idea what’s happening to you.

An investor’s life on Mars

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A Martian called Zog visits Earth to see what it can offer in the way of the latest investment funds. He meets an independent financial adviser called Charlie who asks him what kind of investment he’s looking for. ‘I’ve been reading about funds of funds,’ says Zog. ‘They sound good. You get access to a range of managers, each of whom invests in a different style. So if some of them aren’t performing well at any time, the others might be. Overall, you increase your chances of making money. And by spreading your money across several funds, you reduce the risk of losing all your money if something goes wrong with one particular fund.’ ‘I don’t like funds of funds at all,’ Charlie snorts. ‘Too expensive.

Tips from Jamie’s Kitchen

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Jamie Oliver would make an excellent investment manager. Not because he’s moonlighting as a private-equity mogul — although his rival influencer of public opinion, the rockstar/philanthropist  Bono, is doing exactly that — but because Jamie knows that in putting together a good dinner, or even a single dish, two aspects are vitally important. All the ingredients must be of the highest quality, and they must complement each other perfectly. If the white wine is too warm and the lollo rosso too limp, Jamie will see his friends stampeding for McDonald’s. Investment management is similar, though unlike celebrity cooking it hasn’t yet entered popular culture. No television programmes called Ready, Steady, Trade!

The streets are alive with hip-hop — but there’s still plenty of gold beneath them

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In the mountains south of Zurich, as winter approaches, the farmers bring their cows down. The snowbound higher pastures will soon be empty, and the precious cattle walk down in traditional processions, some decorated with small flowers, the streets of the villages echoing with the sound of the famous cowbells. It’s a time-honoured tradition, and no one is ancient enough to remember when it began. Switzerland, the world’s oldest democracy, has existed as a recognisable country for over 700 years, and that’s enough time to build up more than a few traditions.

Every home should have a hedge fund

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John Andrews says investing is like motoring: it’s not the vehicle that’s dangerous but the way it’s driven Dave wins millions on the lottery, and the first thing he does is sprint down to the nearest Ferrari showroom and jump into the latest model with extra-deep bass woofers and a little fold-down table for his can of Red Bull. His mother spits out her tea with fright. ‘You’ll kill yourself!’, she screams. ‘Why don’t you buy something safer, like a Vauxhall?’ ‘Mam’, he says, ‘if I drive the Ferrari at 200 mph down the wrong side of the M1, blindfold...’ his mother starts to hyperventilate, ‘...you’re right, I’ll kill myself.