Epidermis, Whore Moans and Cake

Mines Mr Husband and I watched a programme about obesity- its a growing problem so they say. The man, a  scientific blokey said it was so bad it is reaching epidermis proportions. I don't like to the term obese- I prefer cake shape.  I look at people and try to determine wat cake shape they are- none of this crappy fruit shape like apples and pears. Although I know a few who are 'I don't give a fig' shape- although I call these 'I don't give a fart' shape. Anyways this scientific blokey thingy he said he discovered a fat Jean. I didn't think it was fair to pick on Jean- but then he found other cake shaped peoples as well- so t'was a bit fairer. Anyways they have developed an injection of whore moans to stop us eating so much cake- I don't seem interested that. I like cake. He did suggest that we could a go on a Mediterranean diet. I thought mmm- the Mediterranean- sounds good. So I got Mines Mr Husband to get the jag out and I am packing me bikini and me bath bats- which way is the Mediterranean?