When I was a teenager I used to regularly visit Denmark on Youth Exchange visits. 

We would normally get the ferry across the North Sea, but one year our group managed to get a great deal and so decided to fly.

Everything went well, including the transportation of a birthday cake for one of our Danish hosts. 

That was until we went through Danish customs.

When I say Danish customs I'm not referring to eating raw herring, sauna-ing or slapping each other with birch twigs (I'll keep that for another day); I mean the other Danish Customs at the airport.

I have no idea why the Customs Officer pulled us over, or why he took such an interest in our celebratory cake. But ten minutes later the iced delight had been dissected, probed and prodded so much that it became a box of crushed candles and crumbs. 

Of course they didn't find anything.

Our leader got a little angry and asked Hans Christian Customs exactly what he was looking for.

'Nothing. I'm just doing my job', came the predictable response.

He was doing his job, looking for something wrong in something so wonderful and right. 

That was his job.

But I've done it and I guess you have too. We've looked at something which brings delight and probed for something wrong.

It's easy to slag off Strictly, rubbish an idea, say how bad something is and find what's wrong. 

It's harder to find beauty, give praise, look for the magic and find what's right.

Be Brilliant!