Junk food and obesity in Britain

The fats of life: 84 per cent of Brits are unhappy with their bodies.

Twenty-eight per cent survive on a ready-made meal and junk food diet. I can only presume that the other 72 per cent are washing down their salads with mars bars, lager and cherry coke.

Statistics can be manipulated, twisted or simply made up. But there can be no denying the fact that Britain is full of fat so and so’s.

You only have to walk down the high street to see how overweight this nation has become – and I’m not talking about podgy old grannies with ankles like kebab joints.

It’s the young, the twentysomethings, the teenagers and the eight-year-olds. It fills me up with shame. I wish they felt the same.

While there is no doubt the fat phenomenon has infested us from America we have to look around us and ask: Why aren’t everyone else as fat as us?

Obesity is nowhere near the problem across the rest of Europe as it is here.

This year I have hosted a Dane and a beautiful Dutch girl into my home.

The Dane, stopping off as he walked from Lands End to John O’Groats, told me the most outstanding feature of his journey so far had been the size of the British belly. He has travelled extensively round Europe. He was disgusted.

The Dutch girl, a food journalist, was horrified at the junk-food dominated eating habits in Britain.

All I could say to both of them was: You’re right.

This nation has lush farmland, is surrounded by rich oceans and has enough multi-cultural influences to be able to produce the finest, freshest meals for itself.

Instead we struggle to peel potatoes and live on a diet of packet pies and frozen meals. If you eat these sort of foods regularly you should be ashamed of yourself and your lardy arse.

I say to the 84 per cent: If you’re unhappy with your bodies, do something about it you fat f***ers.