City Diary: Slow going for Lord Browne of Madingley's Twitter debut An admission of schoolboy error from Ian Marchant as he delivered his last set of results before stepping down as head of SSE, the energy supplier recently fined £10.5m by Ofgem for mis-selling gas and electricity? "Today was my last exam," said Marchant yesterday, ahead of his exit on July 1. But now I've got four or five weeks at the end of term with no lessons. And no pitchfork-wielding shareholders, either. Like ducklings to water She may have been passed over as head of the Financial Conduct Authority in favour of Martin Wheatley. But FSA enforcer-turned PwC informer Margaret Cole has finally got her ducks in a row. Earlier this week, Cole broke off her journey to work to rescue four lost ducklings that had become stranded on a walkway in an east London marina. Putting to good use her nature skills, picked up over six months" gardening leave after leaving the FSA, the Pied Piper of PwC led the line of ducklings back down the jetty to be reunited with their mother. Of course, the enforcer, who made stockbroker Malcolm Calvert do 21 months" bird for insider dealing, has never been one to duck the issue. Flying tour of beer duty City headhunter Jonathan Evans last graced this column with news of his "50 Shades of Chardonnay" 50th birthday party - and the fun hasn't stopped. Evans is soon to set sail with a gang of investment banking and insurance broking clients for a three-week jolly to Australia, where the itinerary includes a helicopter pub crawl. Sammons explains: "Australia is a big place, so the pubs are not that close together - we are talking about 40 to 50 miles." Understood. But how much will the crew drink on each leg of the flying Fosters-athon? Not so much that we are unable to climb back on board. Strewth. Edward Lane Fox, an adviser in Roland Rudd's RLM Finsbury comms empire, has slipped away without fanfare or leaving drinks, in the style of Barclays" investment banking chief, Rich Ricci. "He didn't want a fuss," said a colleague of the spinner's discreet exit earlier this month. No doubt because Lane Fox, a former captain in the Household Cavalry, started work as Prince Harry's first private secretary just three days later. Rewriting Lloyd's history Old-school attitudes die hard in the City. The makers of tonight's Lloyd's The Musical, a tuneful account of the insurance market starting in 1688, have cut short their history at 1986, "when females were let in." Of course, Lloyd's has an all-male board, which may explain why the "entertainment" is sold out. It certainly can't be for the songs. The set-list includes an insurance remix of There's Nothing Like a Dame from the musical South Pacific, remastered as - pass Diary a large gin please - There's Nothing Like a (Lloyd's) Name. Sir Richard Branson needs help. The Virgin founder has written a book on leadership, and is asking the public for their thoughts on what to call it. But the replies, via Twitter, are not in the spirit Sir Flyalot intended. "Virgin on the Ridiculous," carped one critic. Still, Diary hopes this suggested title makes it into all good bookshops: "Walk Your Journey: Everyone Starts Off a Virgin."