Fat Bloke on a Bike

Well there ya go.  I am now officially a fat bloke.  So says the government as today I got 'the letter' which says in a long winded way post a bunch of mathematicians and risk managers at Oxford university looking at a whole lot of death data; that I must shield cos I am type 2 diabetic and fat and that after 12 months of living with the risk of covid, and at a time where the country is perhaps finally getting on top of the disease, I must be locked up and the key thrown away.   I recall that when I was first diagnosed with type 2 how I was hit with a tsunami of tablets to control blood sugar, to manage blood pressure and to make sure that none of those horrid kebab fats circulating in my body did any damage.  As a result I developed such a number of small side effects.  Like arthritis in my thumb knuckles, shins that itched so intensely that I could've scraped the skin off my legs; and, a fear of going to supermarkets to frighten myself looking at the plethora...