Telling a woman she’s too fat is never a good idea. Even saying she’s a little too fat won’t soften the blow.
Fair enough, Karl Lagerfeld has spent his life in a world where people are obsessed with being stick-thin, and telling a girl she needs to shift a few pounds is all part of the job.
But picking on Adele just isn’t on. Mr Lagerfeld may love the skinny-minny body, but it isn’t for all of us.
Of course I’d love to be a size 10, but the last time I fitted into something that small, I was still a teenager.
The only way I’m ever going to get back to that size is if I give up booze, chocolate and pasta and live on lettuce – life is just too short.
I love good food and if it means I tip the scales higher than some, then so be it.
Of course, I’m more careful these days than I was in the past – I’m conscious that my cholesterol level is higher than it should be and I do my best to eat reasonably healthily during the week, but it’s still fish and veg that I love. If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t do it.
But come the weekends, I’ll tuck into whatever I want (or whatever’s available – have you tried getting a salad at a football match?)
I did once drop a few dress sizes, but it was the stress over a relationship break-up. I looked good, but I was utterly miserable. So I’m with Adele – life is for living.
Speaking of Adele, that girl was one of my bad decisions. She played Maidstone’s Big Weekend in 2008 and was first on the bill on Sunday.
Having worked until 2am that morning, I’d slept in and thought I’d give her a miss. What a mistake that was.
Still, not as big a mistake as a friend of mine, who turned down the chance to interview the umpteenth up-and-coming boy band to play a Gillingham nightclub. Yep, it was Take That.