I don’t wear trainers. I don’t wear t-shirts or hoodies either. I made it through my uni years without the comfort of a sweater emblazoned with the Somerville college crest and I don’t even own jeans.

I just figured a while ago that if I didn’t want to look like everyone else, I would have to forgo the general go-to garments in most people’s wardrobes.

So, over the years, I have managed to completely eliminate these from my closet.

As a result I’m often accused of being permanently put-together, which feels slightly unfair. I’m not stuck up about it; I just don’t really do casual. This became patently clear when I volunteered to help my brother-in-law wash his car. He said go casual. I rocked up, ready to work, clad in patent leather shorts and a cream crocheted jumper.

Nobody warned me this would be impractical. I’m blessed with a desk job where ‘research’ means hopping on the tube to Oxford Street, so the problem of practical clothing rarely crops up.

Dress-down Fridays are famously dress-up days for me. It’s not rebellion, it’s an accepted norm. Just last week my manager at Conlumino informed a newcomer: “What happens is we all sort of adhere to an office dress code and Anusha…just wears whatever the hell she wants.”

Being constantly suited and booted would work against my professional image. And I can honestly say that the only downside has been in February, when I arrived at my central London office in two-inch heels, only to be marooned at lunchtime by three-inch snow.

But now as we move between Coachella, Glastonbury, Benacassim and Reading, I’m finding that functional fashion happens to be right on trend. As someone who confesses to dabbling enthusiastically in style crazes, woe is me that trainers should be the top of everyone’s wish list.

And not just regular running shoes either. No, this trend is tipped towards high-top trainers and platform sneakers. Now let’s get one thing straight: I’m not a gym junkie. I wish I had a freakishly healthy lifestyle but if I’m being honest I definitely don’t and only when I’m surrounded by colleagues banging on about their workout routines do I feel guilty about it. I have worked hard to transform myself from a pre-pubescent wild thing into a (literally) well-heeled city girl.

I have no desire whatsoever to add trainers to my seasonal cycle of outfits. Even having had the privilege of running a fashion shoot with one of the coolest up-and-coming shoe designers, Cleo B – an absolute legend for her hand-painted high-tops – I still have zero inclination to get involved with this one. I mean, I understand it: high-tops = ankle support right? Although I was under the impression I don’t have to worry about that sort of thing until I’m post-60 with bad circulation and an attractive layer of over-hang. It’s the platform sneakers that get me the most.

I mean seriously, trainers that have heels? Yes, you can have your cake and eat it, but unless you’re Rihanna or Kim Kardashian, you’re going to wind up looking like the 90s street rat who never quite made it to Bel Air.