15 of them have stuck their necks out and made predictions of where the FTSE Index of 100 Leading shares will be at close of business on the last trading day of 2010. Note the range of affiliations. Investment Managers (IM), Investor Magazine Writers, brokers . . to a man (where are the ladies, by the way?) they are all "financiers" or "financial experts", or something. So how do they arrive at such widely diverging takes on that which they pretend they can predict? Clearly, the first thing to learn is DON'T TRUST THEM WITH YOUR MONEY - or if you must, trust only the one whose prediction is correct. (Er . . er . . . there's a catch in that somewhere!) You can chase the weblink above the table of predictions to the F.T webpage where these 15 sages "explain" why the FTSE Index will end up where they say it will even though it won't because they're all so different. Wake up, folks . . . NO ONE can guess the future. But I suppose these geezers have to do something to justify their telephone number salaries and bonuses-or-we'll-emigrate,-you-ungrateful-British-mugs.
Here are my thoughts on what the 2768 FTSE points minimum-to-maximum suggests. First; whatever "economics" is, it is not a predictive science. For if it were, these predictions would surely be much closer together. I suspect (but cannot prove) that economics would be a predictive science if it could distinguish "first order" from "second order" influences. I suspect that the only influences that can be measured with any accuracy are "second order" ones, that have no real effect on economic outcomes.
How will I incorporate these all-over-the-place expert predictions into my option trading strategies during 2010? Briefly, I shall ignore them. Taken as a bunch, they are meaningless. But I will leave them posted until next New Year, and we'll see who got closest.
My own FTSE prediction - remembering that mine will be correct? eMail me if you really want to know. (dr.FTSE@googlemail.com)
I got a tenner 'stolen' from me last February by a guy posing as a trader who 'couldn't get home' or some shit.
ReplyDeleteBeing drunk made me open my wallet, youthful naivity made me believe that he'd 'pay me back' and that the number and office address he gave me were correct.
Would you like to hear a joke about 'playing FTSE'?
Yes. All jokes gratefully received.
ReplyDeleteI was 'conned' in a similar way on Euston station many years ago. My answer in future would be . . "Where is home? Come along to the ticket office with me, and I'll buy you the ticket . . "