I remember going to a friend's house a few years back, and we popped in to see his next door neighbour. He took us into his lounge, where he had these just-unboxed enormous walnut and ebony columns of sound set up, connected to one of those amplifiers that only has one huge knob and a tiny light on it. He selected a particularly well-produced CD, cranked it up and the three of us stood together, in optimum stereo reception position, listening and appreciating the nuance and grandeur of pure and unadulterated stereophonic bliss for the duration of 3 minutes and 35 seconds. And I remember thinking to myself "If I ever become this man, I will throw myself off Tower Bridge"