Here we go again. Along comes a shiny new health minister and within five minutes he's telling us to eat muesli three times a day, put carrot juice on the NHS and allow ourselves a thimble full of Baileys Irish Cream no more than once a week. I mean, the bloke's only going to be in the job another few months and he'll be somewhere else, defence probably, telling the puffed-up generals to shed a few pounds and we'll start all over again with another useless politician.

The fact is these ministers have been banging on about our diet and how overweight we all are and it's never made a blind bit of difference. They always come up with the same old figure: that if you live in the posh part of say, Sheffield, you'll live 10 years longer than those in the poor part, wherever that is. Well obviously.