Reign of Terror? You can't scare me...
I am all for fat shaming. I do it to myself most mornings when I get out of the shower. Because I am fairly active, and I don't go mad on sweet things, the reflection is not too bad. It is that eternal half stone, in old money, that separates me from perfection. Or so I thought.
My designated driver thought different. Often I am the designated driver and there is no worse job than listening to people get louder and talk more rubbish and then have to drive one of them home.
It was after such a lunch that I was being driven back through Kells village outside Kilkenny when my sober driver was heard to say "You should do that. It would do you good."