Gar, you are adorable. Bless you.

Most of us probably can't eat like our ancestors, Kassto. Mine in particular ate eggs and bacon all of the time but they also plowed fields and hauled water and worked off a million calories. And of course, some of them were English and probably enjoyed a Spotted Dick, too. Though mostly, the women liked smooth ones, probably.

I actually love that the English eat badly. Health nuts are so tiresome. I went into an English supermarket once and there seemed to be 19 aisles of cakes and one aisle of everything else.

And, oh God, why is fandom so painful? Just wasted several dollars on some idiotic teen TV magazine just because it promised Buffy wrap party pics inside. I looked at the pictures with my eyes half closed just so as not to spoil myself with something, and it just hurt to think about the end.

Which leads me on to.... I have done something very bad. Had anxiety attack about what was going to happen in finale. Visited an evil shooting script site and spoilt myself hugely right to the end. I am so angry at what happens, and hate myself for doing it. Major gloom.

Kassto, I'm not loving the assertion that we eat hilariously badly, actually. Or at least, that our national cuisine is any less healthy than that of any other Northern European country. Or indeed the US. If you're telling me that New Zealand is populated by people who eat only salad, whilst jogging on the spot, then I'll bow to your greater knowledge. Astonishingly, however, the UK has discovered vegetables, and has even come to terms with the concept of not serving them in suet with a side-dish of cake.

...and possibly I should go to bed, because I seem to be unable to keep my Inner Stroppy Cow in check. Probably a sign of too little sleep again. Sorry. 'Night all.

Fay, I was teasing. Just the way I was teased when I turned up on this board a month ago and was hurled a faggotload of sheep jokes. Which have some basis in truth (some 15 sheep to every person here) and some not (most people live in cities, away from said sheep). I'm sure the same is true of the English and their food.

And hey, can't remember when I last ate a salad or ran on the spot.

And before someone goes wah-wah at my use of the word ``faggot'', I mean it in the sense of ``a bundle of...''

My mother makes a suet pudding that is to die for. Of course, you can feel your arteries clogging with each mouthful but that's neither here nor there.

I was told that it's more a case of the English being able to consume the fatty food in reasonable portions, and not super-sizing every single thing.

That sounds about right, Madrigal.

Australia/New Zealand/England vs USA has more to do with portion size than anything else. We basically all eat the same thing but yanks seem to eat more (or at least, are served more) than the rest of us.

American restaurants are notorious for huge portion sizes, and making the primary part of any meal the one with the most fat. Any vegetables are either garnish, or in ketchup form.

Yeah. A friend, who travelled through the States for 3 months, said she got desperate for just an ordinary salad with her meal. Every time she ordered one, there seemed to be bacon pieces and all sorts of other saturated fat products. :(