Yep, you read right. Today the British Press is having a bit of a field day with some new results that show women who eat lots of fat have twice the rate of breast cancer (concusming over 90 grams a day ... fat, that is, not cancer!). Having announced this result with an air of immense satisfaction, many reports instantly then launch into a condemnation of Atkins, saying the programme encourages so much fat intake that we're all going to expire the next instant from breast cancer! Then follows lots of piccies of Colista Flockhart (sp?) and Geri Haliwell and other celebs who are as thin as rakes and are undoubtedly harbouring nasty cancerous cells in their bosoms. All that was missing was the "Jaws" music in the background.

"I hope this makes women make better diet choices," intoned one sanctimonious talking head.

I am a tad sick of all these results coming out. We're all being scared just about every other day with some criticism of our lifestyle choices.

For my part, my health has improved so dramatically since being on Atkins that it is going to take a great deal more than this to make me run screaming for the carb-laden hills.

Now, where did my glass of scotch get to ...