The bad news is that there is truth on both sides. We really are living in a golden age of financial freedom and opportunity, but the price of freedom is uncertainty. Fifty years ago, a chap embarking on a career in the City or the professions expected modest rewards, a job till he was 65, and a solid pension. Even in Silver Jubilee year, 1977 - when I had not long started work in the City myself - that was still what the horizon looked like: dull, safe, predictable. But somewhere in the Eighties it all changed: Thatcherism invited us to take responsibility for our own lives, to perform or get fired, to take out personal pensions so that we could hop from job to job, to own our own shares and buy our own former council houses. The effect of all that was to energise and incentivise; to drive people, individually and collectively as a nation, towards a realisation of their own potential.