Cornwall.....
[With apologies to John Betjeman]
It’s awfully well done of Camilla
To think about all of our bones.
What a diligent, duchessly pillar
Of society’s fillies and crones!
Don’t diet! she wisely advises,
Lest your BMD dwindle to dust.
Ignore skinny slebs in the glossies
Who infer that starvation’s a must….
Well, that’s enough of that. Sincerely though, thumbs up to the Senior Duch on embracing her role as President of the National Osteoporosis Society. As Crone’s know only too well, brittle bones are yet another post-menopausal risk we face - and yes, chronically poor nutrition in earlier life is a contributing factor. As the Duch puts it in today’s Daily Wail, ‘the link between young girls, eating disorders and osteoporosis is a ticking timebomb,’ and magazines are to blame, she says. ‘You have all these glossy magazines which are read by young girls who then go on a diet and try to be thin to emulate the models they see,’ she believes, adding that mags bear a lot of responsibility in what they write. Er, well yes, your Duchessness. Thanks for reminding us. As a beauty journalist of some 40 years standing, I constantly curse my industry for having single-handedly caused national dysmorphia, if not our current anorexia epidemic. Or should that read obesity epidemic? We in the UK do have the most shocking obesity figures in Europe after all….
Reading the thoughts of Chairwoman Camilla on the bus this morning (yes, I know I should have walked off my lard arse, but it was raining) made me wonder where was brittle anorexic fashion journalist Liz Jones? And bingo! There she was, hating her bones and the business yet again on page 27. No show without Punch, so they say. But moving swiftly to the crunch,call me a cynical old Crone but is the real baby elephant in Camilla’s room the increasingly willowy and winsome, glossy new Duchess of Dukan? And do I detect a thinly-veiled swipe at old rival, Diana Superstar into the bargain? Both have graced more magazine covers than Camilla’s had hot dinners. And do pardon my flimsiness, but I know whose bones I’d rather see on the throne. Now there's a ticking timebomb…..
.... or Cambridge? You figure.
