re: #583 MandyManners

That is kinda’/sorta’ similiar to what I remember but, it was more along the lines of they’d be looking at your food and pointing out the bad stuff, such as fat.

The Englishman’s home may not be quite the castle it once was, but I seriously doubt anyone is forced to open his or her door to some buffoon in a “food adviser” uniform.

Knock, knock.

“May we come in? We’d like to have a look in your ice-box.”

“Shove off, you gits. There’s an Ab-Flab rerun on the telly. And if you come back, I’ll hit you with a frying pan full of hot lard.”