I did Davos once. I schmoozed with billionaire bankers and businessmen. I spent hours in queues below sniper-strewn roofs waiting for now-King Charles and then-President Donald Trump to pass. I got an incredibly tight squeeze from Cherie Blair after moderating a panel convened about 15 minutes before it started when the Ghanaian president couldn't make it for our «fireside chat». I listened to many men wax lyrical on the limitless potential of blockchain technology (before telling them, as politely as I could, why they were wrong).