Ok so its Friday 13th. Anyone reading this cowering under the bedclothes, too scared to move in case it all goes tits up? Doubtless someone will be. Its amazing how the randomly chosen date of a French King 700 years ago to kick the living shit out of a bunch of uppity knights can morph into an occasion when even the sanist of people can go about their business quietly bricking themselves. What if he had chosen Tuesday 23rd to give the Templers a good hiding? Or Monday 5th. Would we all still be worrying ourselves to death? Its just a date for christs sake. Nothing more.
Which nicely brings us on to the subject of luck, or rather the lack of it. Believe me, it doesn't exist. The law of averages will tell you that in any one lifetime you are going to get some pretty substantial breaks and some rather hefty kicks in the bollocks. Thats not good luck or bad luck, thats life. And as for lucky days and unlucky days. Yeah? So your fourth cousin seventeen times removed once got wiped out by a meteorite on Friday 13th. I think we can call that a tragic coincidence. Wrong place, wrong time, an unfortunately flighted bit of rock. There really is nothing more sinister than that to it.
I guess what I am saying is stop worrying everyone. Its just another day.. Stop trying to hunt down a black cat when you want a bit of fortune (to be honest the moggy is probably getting a bit pissed off with it). Stop walking in the road to avoid passing under ladders (keep on with that malarky and the chances are you will get banjoed by a bus which sort of defeats the object). Stop putting your faith in lucky horseshoes and lucky heather and lucky underpants and lucky condoms and get on with enjoying life. You cant change the past, you cant change the future. What was has gone and whats to come will be, no matter how many frigging mirrors you break.
Jesus, some people are so bloody gulible......