AS the new health minister for you people, I thought it would be a good idea to outline how you can buck up your ideas and get healthy the Tory way. It worked for me!
Avoid silly fads like exercise
People see videos by the latest pop stars like Olivia Newton-John and think jumping up and down is the answer to all your problems. Do you think Liz Truss got where she is today by jumping up and down? No, she did it by delivering. If you want to work up a sweat, work harder for the economy. That’s what matters, not you and your bum.
And vegetables
When I was young, vegetables were something you put on the dining table for display. You didn’t actually eat them, it was meat, meat and more meat. Usually with bread, potatoes, a jug of dripping, extra meat and a pound of treacle pudding for dessert. Did me the power of good. I tell people I turned 50 last year and they won’t believe me.
Ignore doctors, they’re on a cushy number with the NHS
Next time you’re being lectured by your GP about your blood pressure, cholesterol, weight, breathlessness, unhealthily ruddy complexion and frequent palpitations, remember they’re just keeping the NHS cash rolling in. If they gave you proper advice, eg. ‘Eat more fried meat sandwiches with a pint of brandy’ they’d be made redundant by the woke NHS. We’ll do something about that.
Don’t smoke cigarettes. They’re common. Smoke cigars
To paraphrase the greatest woman in history, Margaret Thatcher, anyone still smoking cigarettes aged 30 is a failure. If you haven’t made something of yourself by then and moved onto cigars, you’ve got no willpower and that’s why you die of lung cancer, not the tobacco.
Don’t live too long being a burden on the economy
Personal responsibility is out of fashion these days, and I’d like to see more people taking control of their lives by dropping dead. The longer you live and the poorer you are, the more of a burden on Britain you’ll be. Think about that next time you’re eating a salad or going for a jog. If you truly love your country, have a 5lb steak and a bucket of profiteroles. I’m doing my bit. Are you?