I've never been a big believer in lucky charms.
As a kid my mum had a white rabbit foot brooch.
I'm not exaggerating when I say it completely traumatised me.
We were after all big rabbit owners as kids.
She ensured me it was lucky. I didn't and still don't believe her.
How lucky could that foot really be? The poor flaming rabbit got murdered and had it's foot chopped off and turned into a truly hideous brooch.
It certainly wasn't lucky for the poor innocent rabbit.
Oh and mum if you're reading this I honestly don't want it when you leave this mortal coil thank you very much.
Along the same lines I never understood the hoarding of horseshoes, wishbones (that's part of a chicken carcass people), endless searching for Four leaf clovers and lucky pennies.
I was always of the opinion that in life you make your own luck.
But finally a lucky charm I can get on board with, fashionably created in Milan.
Over at AC Milan they're giving David Beckham's backside a good old squeeze for luck.
Turns out that since his arrival on loan they haven't lost a single match.
If only Milan were closer and it wouldn't result in a restraining order.