This comes as no suprise to me, but I am sure that all over Britian, little indignant gasps and “tut tut”s are being heard as the weeble-wobble people of Europe discover that with respect to girth at least, they might as well be Americans.
I find it particularly amusing because the British are, to borrow their word, such gits with respect to their attitudes on America, particularly when it comes to food. I can’t tell you how many conversations Jenn and I have had about how fat Americans (as fat as the Brits it turns out) are or about how much bigger McDonald’s portions are in the States (same size) or how Americans all eat nothing but fast food. Jenn was actually asked how many times a day she ate McDonalds a day when we lived in the States.
So, to see these same hypocritical gobshites that run their uneducated mouths and then turn around and stuff meat pies through school fences so that their spheroid sproggen will not have to eat the icky vegetables (not even boiled!) get served their humble pie makes for at least one meal that it will be possible to watch the English eat without feeling queasy.
