The adult onesie. That’s right. I’m not talking about jumpsuits, which are dignified and elegant... These are the kind of garments where you'd expect to find press-studs at the crotch, and they’re everywhere...

A strange and disturbing evolution has been taking place in the world of the night garment. It started with traditional thermal underwear or long johns, in sensible navy and grey; then progressed to patterns; then baby pink stripes; then a few teddy bear ears creep in, and before you know it you’re in Batman territory. There are now batman onesies for grown men. With capes. Adults, dressing as children, dressing as fictional adults. Does anyone else think this is strange?

Not to mention the scores of animal onesies, from a cute owl, to a little chicky, to a widdle, bitty tigger. Is this an insidious form of infantilism, or do I just need to take a chill pill?

At first glance, one might think “Fun!”, “What a hoot!” etc. And they DO look comfortable... But on further inspection, there is something slightly disturbing about wearing the exact same outfit as your one-year-old. Not to mention what a hassle night time bathroom trips must be. The logical solution to that, of course, is an adult nappy. Oh, it’s a slippery, slippery slope!

Would you wear a onesie?