A Momzilla is the ultimate nightmarish Type A competitive parent. Not content with sending their child to nursery, they employ top university child psychiatrists to ‘ace’ their nursery school interviews.

My first encounter with a Momzilla was in downtown Manhattan. This chick was screaming ‘Excuse me, excuse me, Miss?’ up Madison Avenue. Breathless, she caught up with me and tapped me. I realised, to my surprise (as I heard her desperate cry from down the street), that she was calling for me.

She asked me, with the urgency of a matter of national security, where I had bought my daughter’s shoes from. I paused to try and remember, and when I told her, she pulled out her mobile and barked at her driver to go there and get a pair, and then walked off, sans thank you.

Since then, I have been subjected to Momzilla opinions on the use of dummies, breast-feeding, caesareans (I once received an engraved birth announcement from a typical Momzilla and in the lower left hand corner were the two gold inked words in script: natural childbirth) and food. As I have discovered, Momzillas are on a constant quest to maintain the image of perfection at all costs.

So, like all New York trends, are Momzillas spreading across the Atlantic? The jury might still be out, but my observations would say that it’s only a matter of time.

In order to for us all to survive an attack of Momzillas we need to see the funny side of this crazy world, so why not tell us about your Momzilla experience — who knows, it might even give me enough material for another book?