Yesterday I jogged along to Ravelston Dykes with Fat Mac. He hasn’t run for two months, and boy has he let himself go! He must have gained another five kilos from drinking so much beer and not exercising. I think his ambition is to become so obese that he gets signed off from work, and other people have to maintain him. It wasn’t so much a run as jogging on the spot for me, waiting for him to huff and puff along the road.
There have been many TV programmes about fat people recently. One chap got so fat that he died. There’s a woman in America whose ambition is to become the fattest women in the country. She gets through 12,000 calories a day.
The problems with the UK economy could probably be solved in a year if fat people ate less.