Just got back from Sainsburys and whilst hanging about waiting for Mrs. Trowel to make a decision on the vexed question of buying red or yellow peppers, I went walkabout. I found myself in the section of Mr. Sainsburys emporium that seems to offer little but frozen pizzas and chips. This aisle was populated solely by fat bastards and their obese offspring. Something struck me, and I have never noticed this previously. Every single one of the waddling tossers moved with the backs of their fat hands facing their direction of travel. Normal people move about with the palms of their hands more or less facing their legs. What is it with fat bastards?