On the best of days, on the worst of days, the sun always sets.

I think it's pretty much official - this is the worst Christmas ever. Not only have I been ill since Christmas Eve, with the mother of all sore throats and aching all over, but Rangers lost 0-1 to Celtic earlier today. It's been the least alcoholic Christmas ever, too - not that I'm suggesting the two are related - I haven't had more than three drinks since Wednesday.

So I think I'll just accept this as a time to withdraw, regroup and get ready for the challenges ahead. Starting with a game of Guitar Hero...