Dante Day 2

Not the worst day ever - officially 5 pts down, but there was plenty of gleaned info to make ends meet. However, just as I was settling down to another evening of Plat de Paspourmoi (10lbs+ if you must know), I started a minor seizure thanks entirely to reading about some wretched organisation called Action on Salt & Sugar, which is based at Queen Mary University of London

Who the hell do they think they are to go around telling people who are gasping for the trimmed leaf from a bloody radish to eke out their current calorie intake, what to put in their mouths? Who asked them to do it? Am I paying for their bloody education in any way? Do they get a grant from the Ministry of Stating the Bleeding Obvious?

My angst led to my almost immediate decision to hold a Grand Bouffe of some magnitude, simply on the grounds that these self-righteous ghastlies had thought it OK to go around measuring sandwiches for a living! ASS, as it is known in medical circles, had found the time AND funding to go out, buy, and analyse 546 sandwiches and could thus state with no fear of contradiction (or in my case, who gives a toss), that a single sandwich from posh bakery Gail’s has more salt than nearly five McDonald’s cheeseburgers or 10 rashers of bacon. It could state that Gail’s smoked chicken Caesar club contains 6.88g of salt - more than the limit of 6g of salt that adults are recommended to consume in a day.

Then they found a spokesman, who said it was “alarming” how much salt was in sandwiches and that people should not be exposed to a “hidden health risk every time they buy lunch”. Quite apart from the fact that 30% of the working population isn’t working, and another 30% are allegedly, but only because they have a jiggly thing for their mouse in Bogota, no one can afford to go out to buy lunch - especially from Gails.

But it gets worse! Some ASS