Alex Kendall has offered to take me for a spin in his latest car. So, on a fine autumnal day, a white Ford Mustang Mach-E duly pulls up outside Bracken House, the FT’s ancestral home near St Paul’s Cathedral. Out jumps Kendall, sporting a dark blue workwear jacket and an easy smile. He executes a three-point turn, then off we head. During the 25-minute ride through the manic streets of central London, Kendall barely touches the steering wheel again. We arrive at his company’s offices north of Ki...