Fat tests for over 40s, says the Torygraph.
Clearly I am not there yet, but a fat bastard I certainly am. The last time I went to see a quack was the best part of 10 years ago, when I was living in Texas. I had an ear infection.
And yet again, BMI rears its ugly, discredited head...
"BMI checks will make sure people know they are overweight and will help to turn their health around"
Tell you what, the only way you're going to get me to see a doctor is when I have an arm or a leg missing. And even then, I'll claim it's a flesh wound.
In the meantime, fuck off and let me live my life the way I see fit.