MSB and I switched our training programme from running to swimming. Now that I was no longer a gym member and had no access to the pool, this posed a practical problem.

When I sneaked up to the gym reception desk to pick up a pink towel, the attendant shouted after me “What’s you name?”

“MSB?” I replied, weakly.

I knew this was hopeless. Within seconds a quick check of the gym database would pull up a photograph of a blonde Scandinavian beauty. Nobody would ever take the glamorous woman in the picture for me.