Fuck me, I hate the endemic diet culture in this country.
For all of the cookery and dier shows on British television we're a disgustingly glutinous nation in the main. Seriously, we can't be more than a decade away from just sinking beneath the waves under the collective weight of millions of salad dodgers.
The single worst thing about this time of year is the wave of diet plans as people resolve to transform their lives.
I read an article in The Sunday Times Style supplement by India Knight who winds me up at the best of times and it really is bollocks.....oh, surprise surprise, she's written a fantastic book about her pioneering discovery..'eat less rubbish', someone appoint her Professor of Lardology at McCain University (Formerly 'The Captain's Catch Fish n Chip Shop, Hounslow).
So...'The South Beach Diet', 'The Grapefruit Diet', 'Atkins'...Atkins, FFS? That cunt was about 17 stone when he fell over and died outside his appartment building.
Hundreds of books published, thousands of hours of airtime spunked away and it all comes down to eating less and doing more.
What we need is a war of national survival, at least then we might return to an age when two people could pass each other in a supermarket aisle without one of them having to turn sideways.