Ah, the wonders of a silly exhaust. I’ve just spent an amusing commute to and from work in the Vauxhall Corsa VXR Arctic we tested last week, whose Remus tailpipe is only marginally less anti-social than a sawn-off hoodie.

Seriously, I’ve heard quieter chainsaws. There’s a naughty rasp as you accelerate and a very 1970s touring car pop and splutter on the over-run as you lift off.

And when you nudge against the rev limiter it pops and bangs like someone’s bunged a fistful of fireworks up there. I revved it up going under a bridge and I swear I saw a few people dive for cover.

The Arctic Edition’s exhaust turns a car with baseball cap tendencies into a full-on chavtastic thug. But please don’t think, even for a second, that I’m suggesting this is in any way a bad thing.