“City boy” is none other than ex-Dresdner analyst, Geraint Anderson.

Think the world of high finance is all sex, drugs and glamour? Well “City Boy” Geraint Anderson won’t disabuse you of those beliefs.

Anderson joins the ever longer list of ex-financiers out with a book, and from the looks of the book, there’ll be plenty more kids lining up for banking jobs.

The book is a follow-up to the anonymous column he penned for the last few years (”Who is Cityboy? He’s every brash, bespoke-suited FT-carrying idiot who pushed past you on the tube. He’s the egotistical buffoon who loudly brags about how much cash he’s made on the market at otherwise pleasant dinner parties. He’s the greedy, ruthless wanker whose actions are helping turn this world into the shit-hole it’s rapidly becoming. For a period in my life he was me”)

Though we are not too familiar with the column, we do recall coming across it a few years back thanks to another reader. Though for obvious reasons Anderson will no longer be writing it, he will be starting a new column for thelondonpaper called “Boy in the City” — that’s right, a rebirth of sorts.

Judging from an interview and excerpt of the book, the life of a City financier is more about Scarface than the FT — llello, private jets, prostitutes.

But as for the man? Though his high flying allowed him to sock away approximately £3 million (last bonus: ~ half a mil) and a house in Shepards Bush, in classically self-hating banker fashion, he calls Cityboy life useless, competitive and hateful: “No, I do hate it. These people could be doing something useful, like curing cancer or stopping global warming.”