Twenty Two

I’ve never ridden an electric scooter before, but on Sunday night, after Coldplay’s last Barcelona performance, I found myself on one, careering downhill at speed, just ahead of the thousands of Spaniards leaving the Olympic Stadium.

Police stewarded the long road, ushering the early concert leavers across junctions as they held the traffic at bay with a whistle and a gloved hand.

I reached the bottom of the hill and pushed on to meet with one of our drivers and hand him important paperwor...