As we roll into the week before Christmas I feel the need to put my hands up to the fact I may have been hitting the old mince pie and ice cream a tad to much. I'm not saying this is a bad thing, as such, but it is a thing. I guess I should consider myself lucky I get to feast on such things, yes, lucky I am. That being the case it would seem nothing short of common sense to enjoy the luck I'm given, and eat the pies and ice cream as much as I can. Problem is I really don't believe in luck.