When a couple decides to get married, it is the job of the bride and her family to organise the church, the party, the dress, the invitations, the catering, the vicar, the bridesmaids, the cars, the present list and the vast quantity of beer needed to quench the thirst of the marquee-builders.
The bridegroom, on the other hand, must busy himself choosing a nice place to go on honeymoon. There are many remote islands from which to choose. You've got the Maldives, Mauritius, the Seychelles and Tahiti, long before you even arrive at the Caribbean where the choice becomes even more bewildering and complex.
The brochures are no help. Because I know for a fact that they all use exactly the same shot of exactly the same palm tree no matter what island paradise they're talking about But don't worry, because while the travel people are useless, Uncle Jeremy can help...
Having been to most of these places, I can assure you that they are all exactly the same. You'll have a white beach, blue sea, and an endless array of men in silly Costumes who'll Endeavour to make your life as pleasant as possible. Usually by bringing your breakfast to your room on something hugely inappropriate. Like an elephant. Or a canoe.
It is much the same story with super cars. Oh, you may dream about a Maserati, but you know what? When all is said and done, it'll do almost exactly the same job as any of the others. Get you noticed and move you much more quickly than is sensible or prudent. While bellowing.
Happily, however, unlike honeymoon hideaways, there is one exception with super cars. One brand that does stand out: Ferrari. It doesn't matter whether you're talking about the 430, the 599 or the 612 - they feel very different to the rest of the breed. They feel... better.
It's hard to explain why. Ferrari blathers on about the e-diffs and the variable valves and the stupid manettino switch on the steering wheel, but none of this has anything to do with it. It's hard, even, to describe the feeling in words, but I always imagine when I'm in a Ferrari that they feel like other cars will feel in about 20 years' time.
They have a lightness and delicacy you don't get in other super cars. There's a poise too, and a sense in your buttocks, ears and fingertips that all will be well no matter how fast you entered the last bend. I like driving them ... a lot.
But I don't want to own one, partly because they are nor pretty enough, but mainly because the passion and the love and the soul that made Ferraris so special in the past is sort of buried under all the technology. You don't feel like you're in a painting. You feel like you're in a digital photograph.
The new Scuderia though ... ooh, that’s a different story. In recent months, we've seen a lightweight Lamborghini Gallardo and a lightweight Porsche GT3, and if we're honest, they are only marginally better than the standard cars. Bur a heck of a lot more expensive.
The Scud is a lot more expensive than the standard car as well. At Rs 1.4 crore, it's Rs 22 lakh more expensive in fact. And for this you get no radio, no carpets, less soundproofing, welds that seem to have been done by apes, carbon fibre where you'd expect something more substantial and a few body tweaks that make the already not very pretty body a bit more slippery. And worse.
Things you can’t see? Well it has titanium springs, carbon ceramic brakes, modified pistons, a revised exhaust system, 20bhp more from the 4.3-litre V8, and yet another setting on the stupid manettino steering wheel switch which lets you drive with the stability control on, bur the traction control off.
Bollocks. You are either on the road, in which case you want the dampers in their soft setting, and everything on. Or you are on a track, in which case you want the suspension firmed up and everything else off. Who needs five degrees of difference, for crying our loud?
Could it be, perhaps, this is a car aimed at ghastly track-day enthusiasts whose wives hate them? Certainly the idiotic four point racing harnesses would suggest this to be so. Why would they be fitted otherwise? No really. All they say to me is: "You're going to have a crash so enormous, a normal seatbelt and an airbag won't be able to save you."
No matter. The upshot is 503bhp in a full-on fury car that weighs a full 100kg less than the standard version. And boy can you sense this on the road where it is unbelievably, staggeringly, joyously noisy. This is the one sensation you rake away above all the others. The noise. The drone. The headache.
You are dimly aware of some speed, and surprisingly compliant suspension. You vaguely register the speed of the flappy paddle gearbox and how smoothly it changes these days. And then you have to have another Nurofen.
I loved it. I loved it because here was a Ferrari that drove like a Ferrari and had the passion of a Ferrari as well. It felt raw, and crude and dirty. It felt like its favourite item of clothing would be a mac, and that if you parked it up in suburbia, it would steal women's underwear from their washing lines and peep at all the housewives while they were showering.
And that's before I showed it a track, where it got better and better. I still maintain a Sappy paddle gearbox doesn't work in everyday use - you try to parallel park on a hill - bur in the Ferrari, on a track, the changes are so quick you don't feel them.
And then there's the braking. When I first tried carbon ceramic discs, just three years ago, on a McLaren Mercedes, I thought they were a silly spin off from Formula 1 that either squeaked if you used them gently, or hurled you through the windscreen if you were a bit more firm. Not any more. In the Scuderia, they stop you fast, and with feel, and endlessly. They are brilliant.
And so's the engine. Maybe there's a small torque hole in the standard car's V8, but there isn't in the Scuderia. It's a wall of power - and sound - all the way up to 8,700rpm.
And through the bends? Well it feels like a standard 430 which is the highest praise - only a bit better, a bit livelier, a bit more willing to change direction. Apparently, it's so grippy that it can generate 1.5g. That's incredible.
Ferrari says that round its race track, the new car is quicker than an Enzo. Hmmm. Ferrari says that every new car they ever launch is quicker than everything else they've ever made. It is not as quick as an Enzo and that's an end of it. It does o to 60 in 3.6 seconds and does only 199 flat out. But it's much, much nicer to drive.
Yes, there's computer stuff. The e-diff talks to the traction system behind your back, for instance, but you feel part of the machine - you feel like you're in something created by enthusiasts, not technicians.
As you cannon out of a bend, marvelling at the wall of sound and the extraordinary grip, you are pinned in your seat, unaware that the ride height is down, or that the air is being parted more cleanly. All you care about is that you don't want it to stop.
As a driving machine, I know of nothing to match this. With a radio - a loud one, so you could hear it - a better looking body and proper seatbelts, it would be just about perfect.
When you're trying to pick a honeymoon island, life is easy. Just pick the nearest. And the cheapest. With super cars, it's even easier. Just pick a 430 Scuderia.