The A/W shows last year had more leather trousers per-man than a Berlin biker bar, with the likes of Alexander McQueen, Givenchy, Saint Lauren and Dunhill all offering the sort of legwear that’d chafe the skin off a rhino. A quick glance at Selfridges or Browns also reveals more than a few options for anyone who’s into that sort of thing. Balenciaga also do a pair, but that’s hardly surprising – that they have the crotch still intact and a leg circumference of less than a tennis racket is probably more notable.

High fashion is definitely hot for leather, but whether this proliferates to the Bicester Village crowd, or even just the post-metrosexual brigade, remains a great unknown.

The question – as it usually is – is can the humble man on the street, or at least the slightly-braver-than-most man on the street ever take them up? Are you going to walk into the office one day and find all the lads talking about last night’s game whilst lubricating their thighs for the day? Will you be able to stroll into your local in a pair without everyone assuming you’re a GHB dealer?

Well, the first real stumbling block, like many a hyped-up trend before it – would be that tedious old issue of practicality. As much as we’d like to live in a world where style rules above all, the fact is that the modern urban environment with all its queues, bus crushes, hot liquids and warm workplaces doesn’t necessarily suit the cow-hide leg lifestyle.

One of the main reasons the fitted jogger has come into prominence in recent years is the stylised utility they provide; their breathability and adaptability for today’s living. Leather trousers are about as breathable as a sunken submarine.

Then of course there’s the climate. Leather trousers aren’t really suitable for any season. The people who wear them – Rolling Stones, rappers, Berghain weirdos – tend to take pleasure in wearing them in all seasons, because private planes and nightclubs don’t really have weather. They are also people also tend to live semi-nocturnally, rather than the rest of us, who spend our days desperately just trying to keep our heads above water and our guts above our belts.