When we are planning for posterity, we ought to remember that virtue is not hereditary.

Here is the little bloke having a spell after climbing three mountains, wrestling three crocodiles, saving three damsels from distress, swimming three miles through shark infested waters, winning three televised presidential debates, eating three double steak sandwiches and chips from Nandos, writing three novels, directing three feature films, stripping down then reassembling three diesel engines, ploughing three fields, baking three cakes, raising three barns, establishing three new religions, winning three game shows and playing with Henry.

And it is not even four.