Woulda, coulda, shoulda

IF Christmas is for the kids, today is mainly for winners. A cruel, elitist time of year when we look back and pick our best, our favourite, our most memorable.

As if our best and favourite and most memorable hadn’t enough going for them.

All the while, the vast majority of us are keener to see the old year out than the new one in, reflecting on another 12 months of might’ve-beens, missed opportunities and bad breaks. And we’ve made plenty of excuses along the way.