You know that marvellous dream where you win the EuroMillions? And those few blessed seconds after waking when it still seems real? Welcome to right now. I'm standing in one of London's more rarified showrooms, surrounded by cars that cost more than my house, supping a free coffee and speccing my dream Rolls-Royce Phantom (extended wheel base, obviously).

The charming salesperson agrees with me: the super-expensive drinks cabinet is a must, and anything less than a walnut veneer would be a crying shame. This is going awfully well, even if I do seem to be checking the time more than is strictly necessary...