This posting has attracted more hits than any other on my blog. Please do not read any further if you have come here looking for advice or information on eating disorders. There are plenty of sites on the Internet which carry such information but this is NOT one of them. The following post is a satirical one about British politician John Prescott. If you suffer from an eating disorder, this posting will not help you and it may offend you although this was not my intention when I wrote the posting
You have been warned.
Further edit 02/09/09
I no longer share Mr Prescott’s weight problem having now shed my excess!
Yes indeed in the “political headlines you thought you’d never read” dept. this one is surely in the top five along with “Thatcher exhausted by charity volunteering”, “Tebbit suffering from compassion fatigue” “Salmond attends psychiatrist to cure shyness” “Paisley and McGuinness given Nobel Peace prize” ……..no hang on…….
Now please let me freely admit that my ideal weight is somewhere around 20lb. (ok two stones) less than I am carrying at the moment so I am not going to laugh at Prescott for being a fat bastard (although one would have to say that he is). No, what amazes me is that this guy is claiming that he vomited after his binges. One has to wonder what size “The Mouth of the Humber” would be if he hadn’t upchucked a tin of condensed milk, three fish suppers and a whole Marks and Spencers trifle apres-binge.
My theory is that Prescott had bulimic amnesia of some kind. This means that either he forgot the vomiting part or has a false memory that he did it at all!
Absolutely brilliant piece about this in the Daily Telegraph by Craig Brown CLICK HERE to read it in full but here’s a “taster” (oh! stop it!)
“Prescott: my secret battle with bulimia,” ran the headline in The Sunday Times. His autobiography – for which he is said to have been paid £500,000 – is now being marketed as a misery memoir.
A secret battle with this or that can add an extra zero to the asking price, and most commentators have dutifully gone along with the idea that bingeing on burgers was beyond the poor fellow’s control.
They believe that his decision to come clean about it after 20-odd years is “brave” rather than opportunistic or shameless.
Hey presto! Weakness becomes courage, gluttony is no longer a vice but a virtue, and pigging out is miraculously transformed into noble suffering.
No doubt the memoirs will sell like – erm – hot cakes. So why not go the whole hog and have headlines such as “Prescott: my secret battle with croquet”? Or “Prescott: my secret battle with posh cars and free mansions”? Or “Prescott: my secret battle with my fly buttons”?
Sufferer from Bulimia