Loved this. A prankster group called The Intruders presented an award for LIBOR-rigging to Barclays Bank at a Mayfair awards ceremony:

This meets every definition of ballsy.  They manage to get through security, maintain composure, walk up to the stage, deliver the statement in a professional manner without sounding scared, and they kept themselves in a ‘non-menacing power stand’ that forced the staff and MC to be cautious in approaching them.

The Intruders, as stated on their website, “crash the parties of the wealthy elite that caused the financial crisis.”  Their latest intrusion occurred at the Investment Banking Awards in Mayfair, an event in which awards are given to banks for their “innovation”, aka, creation of new products to endlessly rip off their clients.  The Intruders crashed the stage to present an award to Barclays for their “Innovation in Interest Rate Manipulation.”

Here’s how they describe it:

The Investment Banking Awards are the Oscars of the financial world. Dished out for so-called ‘innovation’, some of the world’s richest bankers gather together to congratulate each other on devising ever more creative ways to make obscene sums of money.

One of 2012’s most profitable scams was the bankers’ ‘innovative’ approach to a key interest rate called LIBOR. Virtually every bank at the event was involved in illegally colluding to rig LIBOR, ensuring that they would always be the winners in the multi-million pound bets they were making on the markets.

When we noticed that this money-spinner had been overlooked in the ceremony, we decided to show up and make sure the LIBOR-riggers got the recognition they deserve.


Longtime readers know of my love affair with mice, the diabolical disease-carrying rodents that periodically inflict themselves on my living space. (I didn’t see any last year. Guess it’s going to be another cold winter.)

Anyway, late last night I was finishing up a post when I heard a loud SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!!! and the sound of claws scratching against glass. Judging from the location of the sound, I figured out what happened: The little bastard took a nosedive off my microwave into one of the flower vases I store in the corner.

It continued to SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!!! and to be honest, it was a little nervewracking. So I went to bed. Like Scarlett O’Hara, I said, “I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

Well, it’s gone. I don’t know if a specially-trained team of mice lowered a rope and pulled it out, but it’s gone. On the other hand, I see that the trays of poison I put out two days ago are almost empty. Yay!

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