Hodilay Two

While grabbing a bite to eat at a local - and faux-posh - sandwich bar called Philpotts this lunchtime, I was greeted by the sight of a fat man.

Not a normal fat man. Not even the fattest man I've seen.

But fat. Kinda orca-whale fat.

Fat people don't annoy or upset me (although the heifer on the 3rd floor at work who can't fit in the lift with anyone else is rather annoying for different reasons) per se. If they want to be fat and die young then go ahead - I'm hardly Mr. Svelte Skinnymelinky himself - but this guy made me feel ill.

He made me feel ill because he was wearing a tight t-shirt that only stretched over his humongous belly as far as his waist, and then hanging down about five inches under that was his sagging, droopy, hairy belly - oozing down under his t-shirt like one of Dali's clocks.

It was so gross I took my lunch back to work and couldn't eat it for over an hour.

Have some sodding self-respect man.



Anyway, disgustingly overweight people aside, I'm off to holiday in America* for a week where I hope to come back slightly lighter, considerably poorer and with a strange feeling going on.

All will be revealed in due course..... :)




*That joke was brought to you by McDonalds - keeping people too fat to work since 1959!