It is a sunny Sunday in June and I am sitting in a Porsche with a man I recently matched with on Bumble, two Spanish sighthounds, an intersex DJ and Curtis Yarvin.
“Let’s go Team Fascist!” shouts my match as he pulls away from the grand Georgian terrace in Pimlico where Yarvin has spent the morning chatting about Austrian economics with 86-year-old crossbench peer and Keynes biographer Lord Skidelsky.
“Hyah-hyah-hyah-hyah!” Yarvin laughs loudly, from his nose rather than his belly. Until last November, the 52-year-old computer engineer and blogger was relatively unknown outside of a small group of Silicon Valley libertarians and a segment of the Very Online right that has been following him since his early writings under the pseudonym “Mencius Moldbug”.