Taxing fast food won’t persuade people to eat lentils and mung beans/April 17th 2012.

Richie - Ma Roberts has been gracing us with her presence over Easter and invited round one of her Tory big-wig chums from these parts to partake in afternoon refreshment. Old Wob was duly banished from his own castle to the snug while Ma plied the goofy toff with my best snifters and fancies. Not content, the greedy porker sweet-talked his host into raiding the Roberts larder, wolfing down all and sundry, including my dear Thai wife Mrs Bob No 3's jar of honeyed cockroaches, a Thai delicacy but not for the faint hearted! Well, soon the Thatcherite nob was writhing on the floor complaining of a cardiac arrest and Old Wob was called to ferry him to A & E pronto where he moaned about the service and the number of ethnics who'd just happened to save his life. The staff had their fill when he ordered the nurses to deliver him his copy of the DM along with a full English and he was summarily kicked out this morning. Get these greedy Coalition hogs packed off to boot camp I say! (Hic! Fart!)