I’ve always wondered what would happen to me if a blacked-out SUV screeched up and someone yelled: “GET IN — NOW! NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!” I know I would be annoying. I know my actions would ruin everyone else in the car’s day. “No explanation? At all? Come on. A hint? Come on!” Two armed guards in leather bomber jackets bundle me into the back seat and floor it, but it’s around 2.30pm and I realise I’ve not eaten lunch. “Guys, how long’s this drive going to be?” Everyone’s mad at me because the spy agency they work for has...