DNA is jolly useful stuff if you’ve got a body to identify or you’re trying to find out who dunnit. You’re right, of course – too many police procedurals.

But is it the gold standard of inheritance that it’s cracked up to be? And how far should it shape our sense of identity?

I’ve always been interested in family history – partly a need to belong; partly because of an interest in social history; partly as a way of understanding some of the forces that have shaped my life to a greater or lesser extent.

I’m also a sucker for data. So taking a DNA test to explore my ancestry was a no brainer.

The test sample went into the post June 30th and I wrote “My money’s on Viking and other North European with a hint of Ancient Brit and maybe, just maybe, something a little more exotic.

Well, this week, the results came in.