Not sure what I did to deserve it, but last week I ended up being ‘three Jags McIlroy’ – and all of them XFs.

I ought to add at this point that these Jaguars did not come all at once, but on consecutive evenings. Night one? The new XFR. Night two? Chas Hallett’s long-term 2.7 diesel. Night three? The new 3.0d S.

All three had the same core strengths: sublime chassis balance, composed ride, communicative steering, quick-witted automatic gearbox and a cabin that feels sumptuous while avoiding ‘old man’s armchair’ syndrome.

But while the XFR was as you might expect – ohmygod fast from A to B, and friendlier than a BMW M5 – the real star for me was the new diesel model.

Point to point, the R would be quicker, of course. But not by all that much; the new 3.0-litre turbodiesel gives sensational throttle response, a wall of torque that appears to avoid interruption by turbo lag. It’s smooth – smoother than the 2.7, I’d say – and works superbly with the Jag’s automatic gearbox. And while the XFR’s fuel gauge showed a slightly alarming magnetic attraction towards empty, the 3.0d showed admirable reluctance to consume.