Trousers are a nuisance

See too maxi skirts (they become midi skirts); jeans (they become capri pants) and flares (they become culottes). When you’ve got long legs, its impossible to find fabric long enough to house them. Tights are a particular nuisance and most winters I can remember have been overshadowed by the memory of anxiously, inelegantly hoiking the waistband up while waddling along the pavement to stop the gusset dropping so low that its visible below my hemline.

People will tell you you’re tall, all the time

Average and below average people will cross streets, bars, parties and even mountains to inform you that you’re tall. “Christ you’re tall!”, “what’s your exact height?”, “I can’t believe how much taller you are than me!” they’ll squawk before - the most humiliating ritual of being six foot - they make you stand back to back and then make onlookers gawp at the gap between your heads.

But there are ways of localising the humiliation: only wearing heels around people who aren’t going to be drinking heavily, for example (the “tall tellers” as I like to call them only usually find their voice about three pints down). You also learn to arm yourself with correct responses - “AM I??!!” is a current favourite of mine, said in a frantic, shocked voice before I run to a mirror or window to check my reflection.