A land fit for zeroesNo doubt we are all used to the nightly game of cat and mouse that comes associated with trying to go out drinking in the City, viz trying to avoid the packs of braying traders waving money about and generally behaving obnoxiously. That said, the last time I was in a Pitcher and Piano, or similar drinking hole, I did notice two be-chinoed gimps arguing about the ballet so maybe I'm being prejudiced. That was a lie, by the way. That being the case, I was concerned to read last week that recent research suggests that by 2015, algorithmic trading will have negated the need for 90% of traders in London. While this will no doubt eventually lead to the extinction of the breed, I am somewhat concerned that the survivors will be forced to fan out from their traditional habitat, in a manner somewhat reminiscent...