was riding a Ducati 955SP the night I walked a handful of people into a movie premiere at the Cannes Film Festival with no invite, no wristband, no list – just a lot of chutzpah and a fantastic black suit. Think a blond version of Neo in, only with sidekicks who looked like an aging Nic Cage and perky Page 3 versions of Margot Robbie. On the way home I nearly learned the meaning of life as the speedo indicated the north side of 160 mph and I realised the
