Fat Bastard

My nom-de-plume was not randomly assigned. It accurately reflects some of my physical characteristics. I've decided that I've been living the good life a bit too much recently. Whilst this is nigh impossible on a nurse's salary, those bits of batter at the chippy are often given away free if you stare longingly at them for long enough.
My expanding waistline is a painful reminder of this. To this end I'm going to make a concerted effort to lose some weight in the next three months. I've posted a meter on the the blog so that I can track my de-lardification.
The bastard of it is. I've just been delivered a case of rather nice Red, still I suppose it will keep until Christmas.