I guess there were a load of pork scratchings at Boris's Number 10 parties, which probably explains why he's keen the health nannies don't ban them.

I mean what with the economy going down the drain, Mad Vlad rampaging across the wheatfields of Ukraine, the traindrivers putting the signals at red and a litre of petrol costing more than a phial of Chanel No 5, the last thing we need to get our undergarments in a twist about is whether we've added a couple of centimetres on the waistline.