IT’S almost that time of year again where the foolish amongst us look to make resolutions for the year ahead.

As we all know, such optimistic goal-setting is doomed to failure precisely one week into the new year, or when the chastening effects of over-consumption have worn off. I’m more of a wish-list sort of fella, as that requires no great effort on my part, and a bit of wishing every day never hurts, or at least a lot less than a visit to the gym.