If you’re of the “old school” like me, almost as soon as you made an appearance into the world you were set daily routines, one of which was to have a regular sleep pattern. I like to think my parents’ diligence in sticking to this bedtime regime has gone a considerable way to creating a relatively healthy and moderately intelligent adult.

I can remember learning about King Richard III when I was but a “wee lassie” back in the late 1960s but the only thing I can really remember about him is that he was a strange looking bloke with a dodgy haircut, a hunch back and that he died in a battle back in the 15th century or thereabouts!

I know that a lot of you out there are probably not too familiar with or indeed interested in Hitler’s deputy and I suspect I probably would have felt exactly the same if it hadn’t been for my father’s “connection”.