The turn of the years in the Gregorian calender has always been a traditional time for reflection and the making of idealistic pledges and resolutions. This group introspection is the natural conclusion of the midwinter solstice that sees the vast majority of the British public unrepentantly gorging themselves on the richest of British cuisine, in the stifling confines of overheated double glazed houses, surrounded by frenzied children in a ferment of sugared up delirium.
