Where would I be without the good old Times to provide me with starting points for my daily blog? Up the creek without a paddle most of the time I am afraid. Somehow the Times gets my brain working early in the day (I read it and do some of the Mind Games over breakfast - stops the need for intelligent conversation at that early hour).
Starting points today revolve around fat. First of all the death, at the age of 66, of Clarissa Dickson Wright - the remaining one of the Two Fat Ladies, who used to whizz around the country on their ancient motor bike and side car cooking enormous meals which seemed to consist of butter, cream and something Dickson Wright had shot.
Always larger than life (in all senses of the phrase) and with a penchant for over-spending, a recovered alcoholic, definitely upper class - and yet compulsive watching in her cookery on TV days.
Fat (around her hips or in her cooking) never bothered her in the slightest, and now I see in the Times that Scientists, after forty years of telling us that things like butter and bacon are bad for our hearts, say that there is little or no evidence to prove any link between fat and the heart. Apparently, the best way to stay heart-healthy is now deemed to be don't smoke, stay active and eat a healthy diet. I may well go back to bread and butter instead of that disgusting bread and some spread or other, although I would add another way to stay heart healthy and that is to choose to be born to parents who themselves have healthy hearts!
And I shall certainly call Kingsley Amis's quote to mind whenever I have any feelings of guilt about my diet. He said, " no pleasure is worth giving up for the sake of two more years in a retirement home."
The trouble is that with us ladies (note the polite word, Tom) there is a tendency for all fat to settle in one place. Or as my father, rather more rudely, put it - "when to the age of forty they come, men go to belly and women to bum."