My bloodline have a patchy history with investing, our generational balance sheet has so much red on it you could print it off and sell it to Spanish matadors. Despite what history may tell us we’ve always been on the frontline of FOMO. First out the trenches and into no mans land. It wasn’t bullets we were catching though, it was timeshares in Torremolinos. I remember quite vividly, sitting in an air conditioned conference room in the Costa Del Sol. Listening to a slick haired, slippery, sal...