Good fat, bad fat and those guys with fat on the brain

Not for a minute do I profess to know it all.

Yet a lot of people seem to think that's exactly what the Whacker does – they might think I am a deaf old coot but I hear them whispering and calling me a know-it-all.

It's very flattering I suppose, but with it comes so much responsibility.

Which is why it comes as no surprise when I am besi...