Fancy a trip to Davos?  You know, that sleepy alpine village which plays host to wannabe Bond villains every January.  Unfortunately, the Argus just didn’t have the budget – or maybe the inclination – to send me.  I’ve hobnobbed with ambassadors and Jacob Rees-Mogg.  I could mingle with the illuminati.  The editor’s stopped taking my calls, so here’s my bid for next year.