EVERYTHING needs plugging in these days. From kitchenware to TVs to computers to iPods.

You only have to look at the number of electrical socket extensions every house needs to cope with daily living.

“It won't be long before we have to plug ourselves in,” my wife Maria commented.

And she's probably right.

In the future, people will be able to live hundreds of years with the aid of replacement body parts and all we'll need to do is plug ourselves in every night and wake up brand new every morning full of energy.

Until there's a power cut.

I started gazing into my crystal ball after a couple of pieces of recent research. And I'm not sure I like what I see.

Scientists have said they may one day be able to reverse the muscle wasting effects of ageing with drugs. All we'll need to do is take a pill and be fit as the fiddle section of the Halle Orchestra. For ever.

“I'm just nipping down to the chemist's to get some muscles pills,” you'll say, as a sprightly 152-year-old. “I'll not take the car. It's only four miles. I'll jog there and back.”

We can already replace every part of the human body, from prosthetic limbs to face transplants, and scientists are trying to grow and clone body parts in laboratories. Give it a few years and we'll be calling into the local village cosmetic surgery and hairdressing shop.

“What will it be, Charlie?”

“A new nose and a pair of leg extensions, please Alan. And can you slim down the beer belly? The wife's been complaining.”

“Still married to the same woman, then?”

“I'm not sure. She's had more faces than the town hall clock. This week she looks like Uma Thurman but has the body of Wayne Rooney. She wanted Coleen but ticked the wrong box.”

People could prolong life indefinitely and change their appearance every few years. We'll forget what we used to look like. We'll forget all sorts of things because they have yet to find a cure for memory loss.

But that's where microchip firm Intel comes in: they say that within a year, computers will be so small we'll be wearing them like jewellery and we'll be forever connected. Conversations will be recorded, and people and places we see, will be photographed and filmed. Everywhere we go and everything we do could be logged.

Which may very well be useful if you meet someone whose name you have forgotten. Your mini computer will take a picture of the person, check them out in your hard drive, and tell you, through an earpiece, the person's identity. No longer will you have to laugh and call him mate.

The downside, of course, is that nothing will be private ever again. The police and council will be able to monitor everybody. And would we really want a detailed record of our entire life? Of every conversation, bedroom and bathroom moment and private blunder? What about that trip to Magaluf?

Good grief, no.

Recent research says the memory starts to go in the late 50s, so being connected could at least be a boon to 152-year-olds who have jogged four miles to the chemist shop.

“Morning, Charlie? What can I get you?”

“I've forgotten.”

“Well rewind your life half an hour and see if you can find out.”

Is it worth it?