Health
The Insider has followed with interest the recent news stories about the state of the nation’s waistlines. We are apparently on the way to becoming the fat man of Europe and considering that would put us ahead of countries like France and Italy, where the natives have a reputation for enjoying their food and drink—and have food and drink worth enjoying—or the Germans, who basically eat animal fat washed down with carbohydrates in an alcohol suspension, that is saying something.
The law as a profession does tend to attract its fair share of corpulent practitioners, to say nothing of those who join the profession all svelte and lithe and end up after a few short years of dinners in the Inn—or à deux with the hottie who fixes the photocopier—and several seasons of binge drinking that would put Robert Newton to shame, resembling nothing so much as the Goodyear Blimp. Indeed, I have sat at table in Middle Temple alongside at least one barrister of such heroic proportions he could have hired out his waistcoat to the O2
