Ok, now the summer’s in full flow I’ve stepped up my disciplined fitness regime. In the hope of dismissing a bulging beer gut, I have been jogging day in, day out for the last three weeks. The fresh air, loud IPod music beaming into your ears and the freedom of running makes it all the worth well, even if you pick up a few tweaks here and there from constant pavement pounding.

What you don’t expect to happen to you whilst out and about, though, whilst trying to raise your cardiac levels through the roof is having a pear quite clearly targeting you, thrown at you, luckily missing my body by a hairs length.

I mean what has the 21st century come too? I was innocently, jogging along and I saw a man, in the midst of slow moving traffic laughing with his rather tubby other half after the object of fruit was released by the driver.

I couldn’t quite believe it myself and after greeting them with a stern look I decided to continue my jog, but it fascinates me why someone would want to do that, eh? Well, despite this miniature setback it has not derailed my fitness goals as jogging with it risks (fruit throwing!) is worth the ounces of sweat in the basking sun.

I’ve got a little proposition for Westminster, however. In Chancellor of the Exchequer George Osborne’s recent budget could he go back to the drawing board and increase taxes on these fruit throwing criminals? I think my request for that would run a little dry, but it’s a thought still.