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Rod Liddle

Fat-shaming works. Why else would I heave myself up and down hills for hours every day?

It’s either that, or move to the far north of Scotland

5 December 2015

9:00 AM

5 December 2015

9:00 AM

We have been contemplating moving to the North, for a variety of unassailable reasons. One is the chance to gloat on a daily basis. I will immediately become the thinnest and richest man in the village, which will do my flagging middle-aged self-confidence no end of good. Indeed, on the weight issue I could cease worrying completely and really pile on the pounds, simply moving another 100 miles north every time I reach the average weight of the indigenous population.

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