It’s today, isn’t it? Or rather, last night. The bi-annual ritual of messing about with your clock.

Of course, it’s much simpler now in this digital age, what with tellies and ipads and even tumble dryers doing it for you. Only it isn’t because now you’ve got half the “appliances” in your house telling you one time and the other half (those forged in Victorian times like your chiming mantle clock, your central heating and your bedside alarm, for example) telling you another. Cue mismatched arrangements with dopey elderly relatives.

For many people Fall Back is the pretty sister to the evil Spring Forward – she robs you of an hour’s sleep at night. But along with a few others I take a different view.

Think about those night shift workers who have to work an hour longer – doubly galling if they’re on a rotating pattern and are not on that night shift at Spring Forward, the benefit of the shorter shift going to their work colleagues who were.

As a pensioner however such wage slave issues don’t bother me – I don’t give a tuppenny f**k for them. But as a fat bastard my gripe is that now I have to wait an extra hour for Our Gert to bring me my breakfast.