"Yes, this is The Lanesborough. Connecting You."
Last Thursday evening, I was sitting in the Library Bar at the exquisite Lanesborough Hotel in Knightsbridge listening to my good friend Paul McGill expounding on the key cultural differences between the English and Americans on the one hand, and the French and Germans on the other.

As he reached the crux of his compelling argument, a chap on the other side of the bar glanced up from whatever he was reading. Our eyes met briefly and in that half second it was obvious, to me at least, that he was weighing up the merits of McGill’s feverishly impassioned discourse.
All normal stuff. Except, perhaps, that the chap’s face was completely covered with finely drawn lines of decorative black paint on bright orange foundation and he was wearing a seriously imposing Native American head dress and a long black robe with beautifully carved ivory ornaments attached. The Lanesborough Library Bar being what it is, a bastion of cultured, quintessentially English restraint and polite indifference, people drifted past without so much as a raised eyebrow.
McGill and I, however, have an insatiable curiosity that leads us to question most things. So, unable to restrain ourselves we introduce ourselves to the exotic gentleman and it turns out that he is none other than Chief Yawanawa from the Amazonian Rain Forests, relaxing in the Lanesborough Library Bar after an afternoon with Prince Charles and a trip to Trafalgar Square. As you do.
Those of you with an interest in such things will know of course that Trafalgar Square is currently hosting the Ghost Forest Project – a collection of ten behemoth tree stumps (complete with roots) from a sustainable Ghanaian rain forest.
It’s all about raising awareness about climate change and the Ghost Forest is now making its way to Copenhagen in time for next week’s eponymous conference.
Well, this is starting to get a bit interesting because ten days ago I got an email from my old Ghanaian chum, Tutu Agyare, inviting me to the Ghost Forest Project which, he explained, had been organised by Angela Palmer, the wife of an ex colleague at UBS, the investment bank. Since I am half Ghanaian and grew up not far from one such rain forest, I stuck it in my diary.
And then a week ago, I got a text from my colleague and friend Anthony Simpson, (uber-connector extraordinaire) also inviting me to the rainforest on Thursday to meet (you guessed it) Chief Yawanawa and Angela Palmer. Many apologies, I said, but I’m at the Lanesborough on Thursday evening.
Well, the evening is off to a cracking start and after bidding a fond farewell to Chief Yawanawa in the Library Bar, McGill and I make our way across the sumptuous Lanesborough lobby and through to The Belgravia for dinner.

As chance would have it, The Right Honourable Mr Michael Portillo also happens to be dining in the Lanesborough’s Belgravia last Thursday evening and before long McGill and I are engaged in deep and meaningful conversation with him. Mr Portillo is a thoroughly pleasant and super-knowledgeable bloke and we discuss pretty much everything from the Spanish Civil War and the impact of rising inflation on defined benefit pension plans to bankers’ bonuses and the curious election of the Belgian chap and the lady from St Albans who are now going to be running Europe from a caravan.
Now I may not have mentioned this, but McGill is incorrigibly gregarious and irrepressibly convivial and soon he is introducing his new best friend Mr Portillo to advertising global supremo Sir Martin Sorrell (“Michael, Martin – Martin, Michael”) who is also having dinner at the Lanesborough. Seems they are longstanding acquaintances but McGill wasn’t to know that.
(Now there is, I freely admit, far too much gratuitous name dropping in this piece and at this juncture I should probably plead the tried and trusted defence of “justification”. In other words, I’m trying to make a point and without all the blurb above, it would be much more difficult, so bear with me.)
As I finally get ready to leave, I bump into Geoff Cutmore the excellent anchor on CNBC Squawk Box Europe and we have a long chat about the challenges of rising at 03:00 and still being up for dinner at 22:00. McGill wants to know if Cutmore gets recognised in the street and Geoff says yes but not as much as in Switzerland where he is a household name for reasons that are not entirely clear to him.
As I step out into the chill Knightsbridge night, Anthony Simpson calls to say it was a shame I missed meeting the Amazonian Chief Yawanawa at the Trafalgar Square gig. I inform him that on the contrary, I have had the pleasure of a beer or two in CY’s illustrious company.
So life is full of connections and one or two tiny degrees of separation. Which is why Chief Yawanawa, Angela Palmer, Geoff Cutmore, Michael Portillo, Martin Sorrell, Tutu Agyare, Anthony Simpson and Paul McGill are all linked to the Lanesborough last Thursday evening.
And as we connect better and better, technology now plays a crucial facilitating role and here are some thoughts. Tutu’s email and Anthony’s text both arrived on my iPhone. My picture with The Right Honourable Mr P and Chief Yawanawa got taken on my iPhone and the news about the Belgian guy came through on my Sky News App on my iPhone while we were having dinner that evening. I checked Friday’s weather on my iPhone, took Anthony’s call and, while I was about it, checked the location of the nearest cash machine. On my iPhone.
This isn’t an Ode to the iPhone, but when you consider what that tiny piece of kit can deliver in terms of up-to-the-minute information and multi channel hyper-connectivity, and when you ponder what else might be possible as social media technology steps up to the next level and changes the connecting game, you begin to realize that maybe, incredibly, we are still just paddling in the shallows. Splashing like children in the surf.
There are three hundred and fifty million (!) people on Facebook with half a million new joiners every day; 50 million people on LinkedIn and goodness only knows how many on Twitter.
The thing about the web is that it brings like minded people together, it provides answers to your questions, it sorts vast amounts of information in a nanosecond (and then homes in on exactly what you want) and it turns everything into a conversation.
But that’s not all. It does it on a scale that is beyond anything we have ever witnessed. We now have the ability to connect and to interact with anyone, anywhere, anytime. The only limits are the constraints of our imaginations.
Well, this week in our own small way, we are adding to the rich and highly pixillated tapestry of digital connectivity. Yes, we’re launching mallowstreet.com, bringing pension funds and solutions providers together online and in one place! A virtual Lanesborough, if you will…







