I am sitting in the cafe of Google’s London campus. The coffee, while good, is expensive. I am the youngest person in here by at least 20 years. Everyone is either achingly hip or nonchalantly scruffy. I am in a suit, sans tie, and I can tell that everyone is looking at me with a mix of curiosity and nervousness as though I am either in law enforcement or (so they hope) angel investment. But I am neither. I am one of them.