Jamie Oliver is a twat. Here's why.

I was down the road in Peckham today to go to the bookshop. Big signs up saying filming in progress. Turns out it's JO and his entourage. His latest project is telling us good people how to avoid becoming obese.

So I leave the boys at the bookshop - they wanted to get a copy of The Book of Cool. I head off to find a baker's shop. I've never seen Bellenden Road look so weird. You couldn't help but notice the large number of ginormous people - I mean, this afternoon, it looked like Beyond Imaginary Texas.

Apparently, although JO is on for patronising us all with his "eat healthy" wisdom (remember how he slagged off the childrens' lunch boxes in the North East last year, and worse - "These kids don't even know what an aubergine was! Imagine not knowing what asparagus tastes like! It's shocking!"), the production company couldn't actually find enough real people of size to take part.

The jelly belly crowd down Bellenden Road today were nearly all actors in fat suits.

The twat.