Fans of my blog – yo mum! - might remember when I wrote covetously of those Nike trainers that link up with an iPod Nano and make that thing they call ‘jogging’ halfway bearable. 

Usually if I got jogging I clutch a couple of apples and run to a soundtrack of dogs barking and shotgun blasts. That way I can pretend that I am an urchin on the run from an angry farmer after a successful scrumping expedition. If I can’t get apples I listen to the Benny Hill theme tune on a loop. Both work equally as well. 

Soon however, once those people at Apple and Nike have hunted down the back of their sofas for the funds to loan me both an iPod and some trainers, I can do it to a soundtrack specifically designed to make you run harder and longer – that isn’t a police siren. 

Bizarrely, given that I would rather go sliding down a gravel pit wall on my tongue than go jogging I am really looking forward to getting them, and seeing what sort of world of pain they grant me the key to. 

So watch this space. A full review will follow.