Hilarious - Email prankster snares Morgan Stanley CEO (Transcript)

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The bane of City head honchos has struck again with the email prankster snaring a new victim: Morgan Stanley boss James Gorman.

Days after duping Goldman Sachs head Lloyd Blankfein, the prankster emailed Gorman pretending to be Morgan Stanley board member Alistair Darling.

Read more: Goldman Sachs boss falls victim to email hoaxer

The email was supposedly in error; with Darling’s imposter claiming the picture was intended to be sent to journalist writing a feature on him. The prankster followed the up correspondence with an apology to the Gorman, saying the email had been sent in error.

Gorman responded:

It’s a good picture anyway.

What followed was a somewhat bizarre exchange between the two financial heavyweights. At first it focused on Darling’s eyebrows and the unfair treatment he had received in the press about them.

Next, the hoaxer sent over a story of a fishing trip in south Wales with his family. In it he recanted how stray dogs had stolen salmon he and his father had caught and referenced how lessons could be learnt from the tale by Morgan Stanley and its risk management processes.

“Excellent. Great personal story to make a critical point,” wrote Gorman.

The prankster rounded off the exchange by inviting him to an Arabian-themed party where he hoped to hire an actual camel. He received no further response.

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The email prankster, who goes under the name of @sinon_reborn on Twitter, hoodwinked Blankfein earlier this week and former Labour shadow home secretary Diane Abbott just days before the General Election.

Prior to that he had swapped emails with the governor of the Bank of England Mark Carney and Barclays chief executive Jes Staley.

Morgan Stanley confirmed the exchange to Financial News.

The email correspondence in full

From: Alistair Darling alistair.darling@outlook.com

Sent: 13 June, 2017 at 00:34 BST

To: James Gorman

Subject: Photo to include

alistair.darling@morganstanley.com wrote:

Katy,

Please find attached my photo to include with the article (it will have to do!). Could you please forward me a link once it's live?

Thank you Katy

Alistair

Sent from my iPhone

From: Alistair Darling alistair.darling@outlook.com

Date: Tuesday, June 13, 2017 at 00:35 BST

To: Gorman, James

Subject: Sorry - wrong address

I'm sure the last thing you want is a picture of me!

Alistair

Sent from my iPhone

From: Gorman, James

Sent: Wednesday, June 14, 2017 at 01:36 BST

Subject: Re: Sorry - wrong address

To: Alistair Darling

It's a good picture anyway

From: Alistair Darling

Date: Tuesday, June 13, 2017 at 01:53 BST

To: Gorman, James

Subject: Re: Sorry - wrong address

I can't help but think you're being kind, the British press were always merciless about my jet black eyebrows.

It should be a good article actually, assuming my eyebrows don't steal the show

From: Gorman, James

Sent: Wednesday, June 14, 2017 at 01:54 BST

To: Alistair Darling

Subject: Re: Sorry - wrong address

Send along when done

From: Alistair Darling

Sent: Wednesday, June 14, 2017 at 02:00 BST

Subject: Re: Sorry - wrong address

To: Gorman, James

I'm presuming you don't mean my eyebrows, James.

I can categorically state they are 100% natural

From: Alistair Darling

Date: Tuesday, June 13, 2017 at 02:06 BST

To: Gorman, James

Subject: Re: Sorry - wrong address

Here's the full edit. Makes a good bedtime read I think

Headline: A changing landscape

Many, many years ago I was on a family holiday with my father in South Wales. Even being kind it was a particularly wet, blustery, and miserable day. A day of crumpets by a crackling log fire. Backgammon under blankets using werther's originals as counters. Hot baths and soup scolding our tongues like fathers Scotch from his dented hip-flask. But we were breaking new ground, plotting a different course. Rucksacks straining at our shoulders like parachutes, boots grasping our feet like clamshells. This was the way of the British 'holiday', and this was why we both grinned like Cheshire cats.

Eventually our efforts were rewarded with the most magnificent of vistas. A silver trail of silk cut through the mountains in the distance, and sliced towards us with a roaring and spitting that made us tingle with anticipation. We were there. Our spot. It was time to fish.

My father and I were obsessed by fishing. It consumed our every conversation and every thought. I had been bought a rod at an early age and I was endlessly fascinated by its graceful movements. Like a conductor I held it tightly, the promise of a bite ever hanging in the air.

After a few hours we had caught 8 fine salmon. The rain had indeed brought us good luck today. My father placed the fish in a linen sack, and hung it from a low hanging branch on an old oak tree, ten metres or so back from the rivers edge. We both were so engrossed with the rivers rage that we only became aware we were now not alone on the bank when we heard a snarling and spitting from the tree line behind us. We spun on our heals - my father wrapping one arm around my chest and pulling me tightly against him. I could tell my father was scared, his arm vibrated and his voice stuttered into life. 'Get back!' He bellowed, his eyes fixed on the linen sack of salmon. My eyes darted to join his and there beneath it were 3 enormous dogs, sniffing and snorting as they began to circle in towards our supper. One by one they started jumping at the sack, tearing at it like it was made from paper, chunks of glistening salmon tumbling down to be noisily feasted upon.

We both stood and watched as the last of the fish disappeared into the mouths of the rabid dogs. They began to sniff their way back towards the woods, and slowly they vanished from sight. Scales and cotton strips was all that was left behind.

Whilst it was a frightening experience, my father and I did take away from it one important lesson - that being you cannot take chances with the security of both yourselves and your catch. It's very easy to say it was just unlucky the dogs crossed our paths, but we knew the area was notorious for it. Dogs had been roaming the woods for many years and just because we had never caught sight of them before, it did not mean we were correct to dismiss the risks so readily. It's exactly the same with security in all areas of finance, to minimise the risks as you don't think it's likely is to ignore the definite correlation between time and likelihood. Given an endless expanse of time, eventually, even the remote risks will rear their heads. You will never know if it will occur in the first second, the 10th, or even after 100 years. But eventually your preparation for the unlikely will be called upon. You can count on it.

So the moral of this torrid tale is never reduce the chances from 1% to zero just because it's easy and convenient to do so. That 1% is as important as it would be if it was 99.9%. This is something we tirelessly enforce at Morgan Stanley to ensure our customers are never left open to risks, and we suggest everyone in the financial industry should follow our lead.

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From: Gorman, James

Sent: Wednesday, June 14, 2017 at 03:33 BST

Subject: Re: Sorry - wrong address

To: Alistair Darling

Excellent. Great personal story to make a critical point!

From: Alistair Darling

Sent: 13 June 2017 at 03:45 BST

To: Gorman, James

Subject: Sorry - wrong address

I'm so glad you like it. It's also a little knowing wink and a nod towards Goldman and Citi's flakey cyber security that's made rather amusing reading this week.

Whilst I'm on - 1st of July, I'm having an Arabian Nights themed party, it would be an honour if you could attend? I've made a rather splendid new cocktail, it contains Martini and Scotch with a few closely guarded secret ingredients. Oh please say you can make it?! I'm trying to hire an actual Camel! But by Christ they are big, I saw one close up and it scared the shit out of me if you pardon my French!

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