This week I searched the bookcase and dusted off my copy of Nuclear War Survival Skills that I bought back in the 80s. Having turned 30 years old in 1984 and thinking I had lots of time ahead of me I ordered the book just in case the unthinkable happened. I was not about to slouch towards Bethlehem willingly, despite that rough beast whose hour may have come at last.

As I leafed through the pages a couple of random memories struck me, like a well placed critical mass of linear U-235 dominoes about to be toppled.

Who knew that President Obama, in comparison to The Donald, was a pacifist.