David Robbins: What have Harold Robbins, Queen Elizabeth and my wife got in common?
My family tree is more like a shrub. Or perhaps like one of those heavily pollarded specimens you see around French town squares, with foreshortened branches and knobbly trunks.
There may well be exotic and colourful branches to the Robbins family tree. For all I know, we could have come over with the Normans, or taken part in the cattle raid of Cooley.
I've just never looked into it. Well, apart from once, when I thought Harold Robbins, king of the 1970s airport novel, might be a cousin or something, but it turned out he was no relation.