Chris holds on to his Sterling and trades with death, back testing his Lynx on Ivinghoe Beacon. He tames his bitch with a few pips on her trim, flying on the margin, braving the volatility of the wind market forces. Liquidity is the name of the game, fluid moves are his stock in trade as Chris bids for dividends on the turbulent trading floor that is the Beacon on a windy day. He doesn't hedge his bets at the close of business as he takes the stock option of a heavy landing on the rocky path to bankruptcy, wary of getting stung by the brokers hiding in the nettles.
N.B. Chris always refers to his models as 'She', much to my amusement.
