By Paul Thornton
FRED the Shred missed the opportunity to blow out the candles and wish for global economic recovery when an iced birthday cake was delivered to his mansion house in Edinburgh today (Monday).
There was no sign of the shamed banker, who turned 51, when the sweet treat was offered at his home.
Even the gardener at his Edinburgh pile said he had “not have a clue” where the birthday boy was.
And he didn’t volunteer whether or not he had bothered to send his boss a greetings card, with no sign of any propped up on the window ledge either.