“Coed”, for anyone unaware, is Americanspeak for “male and female together”. So, yes: this is a roomful of men and women, bending right over in front of each other while simultaneously trying not to peer directly into anything too horrifying.

As you can imagine, given our inherently prudish/giggling nature, Coed Nude Yoga has singularly failed to take off in the UK, but it is very much a ‘thing’ in the US, particularly in New York.

However, you can’t simply swan into a Nude Yoga class off the street, disrobe, exhale and downward dog your bits’n’bobs into the breeze – first-timers have to be background-checked before attending, which is probs for the best.

The man to my right has balls the size of kiwis

In an eye-watering piece for Details, one writer related his experience of a Coed Nude Yoga class: “I ogle no one – but that doesn’t mean I don’t notice objects in my sight-line. The man to my right has balls the size of kiwis. The man to my left, a tattoo on his ass quoting Alfred E. Neuman: ‘WHAT, ME WORRY?’ One woman’s breasts hang like amphorae; another’s pubic hair is so dark and thick it hovers over her groin like a storm cloud.”

Yeah, d’you know what America? You can keep this one, ta anyway.