Wait. Before you start foaming at the mouth, let me say this: I did not drink it. And the wine in the glass beside it was a Carruades de Lafite 2004, which, while far from shabby, will not particularly excite anybody right now. The bottle of Pétrus was empty, by the way, drained from neck to base by somebody luckier, richer and wittier than I am. I’m also pretty sure this person has shinier hair than I do – even if it were a ‘he’. Such is life.