I tried to look impressed. He was so pleased with it that I wanted it to be good. And it was, in a way: it was stereo only, he said, none of this surround sound nonsense.

There was just a USB input for your own music, because that’s what customers want, he said, and left and right speakers of various sizes in front of you or, in the case of a subwoofer, down near the seat behind you. The sound system of the Bugatti Chiron, he said, was carefully specified, and delicately tuned; a stereo for real audiophiles.

At this stage I should admit that I’m not one. But, coincidentally, just a few days before hearing the Chiron’s stereo I had finally set-up the amplifier and speakers I bought 20 years ago in my front room. (I’ve moved house since, I should add. It’s not that I haven’t used them at all, just not where I currently live.)

So for a year or so most of my music listening has been done in cars. I’d started to get an ear for good or bad car audio. Then I put my budget hi-fi separates in the living room and was fairly blown away. Crikey. This is how sound should, er, sound.

Now, I’ve read a few hi-fi reviews in my time and I suspect they’re impossible to replicate without getting your copy straight into Pseuds Corner. But here goes. In my living room, the remixes on New Order’s Substance 1987 compilation fizz with vibrancy, separating snares from synths with astonishing clarity; while the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra under Sir Simon Rattle brings the slow movement of Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony oozing to life with deft pointedness, before attacking the finale with... okay, I’m totally winging this, even more than the average TripAdvisor reviewer. Still, experts, eh? They’re so last year.