I had the dubious honour of spending the whole of yesterday in the company of just over a hundred members of our Senior Service. My lasting impression of the day was that most of them were morbidly obese. It was an appalling sight: officers and senior rates, male and female, all stuffed into Her Majesty's uniforms. Genuinely shocked, I asked one of the few normal sized ones sitting nearby, what the score was? She was suitably embarrassed and said that 'Yes, it is a problem; no one seems to give a damn about it in the Navy: we have our fitness tests and are supposed to do an hour of 'fizz' a week but no-one does it.' I've just mentioned it to another Naval colleague here at work - he was furious; declared himself 'old school' and said it was a disgrace. It would appear that if one does do a bit of 'fizz', one runs the risk of being accused of being a shirker! He went on to say that one of the annual tests they have to do is to squeeze through a small hatch to simulate escaping from things at sea - well, most of the lot I saw yesterday had trouble getting in and out of the double doors to the lecture room. Extraordinary.