Back in more halcyon days, I used to joke about my plans for what I would do when the zombie apocalypse arrived.

It was fairly straightforward. Me, close friends and family plus other hardy souls would retreat to Dunnottar Castle at the first sign of the dead rising, barricade ourselves in and wait for the 28 days, weeks or years for it all blow over.

Fresh water from the well, fishing from the ramparts and the odd raid into the abandoned Co-op (because we are never going to get that M&S Food H We really should be planning for the worst for ourselves and our loved ones, such is the dire state of the world. And that is a chilling thought.all, are we?).

It was all tongue-in-cheek stuff, something to have a laugh about over a pint and then home to lights, warmth........

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