I don’t know about you but I’m no oil-painting, as my Mum used to say. Sparing you the details lest I frighten the horses, when you’re stuck with two faces it’s hard to pretend you’re the Adonis of the West Midlands, however firm the biceps. But, on an average day, I hardly think about it – which means, apparently that I’ve sublimated my negative body image. Imagine that. But the trusty Grauniad, in the comely form of Susie Orbach, reckons lots of people can’t so there’s now serious help available – if you can call a reception at the House of Commons serious, that is. I hope you don’t need it.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/apr/20/body-confidence-new-line-on-beauty
Boadicea's Chariot 
I didn’t waste time reading the entire article, but I hope that the French government or Catholic church will shortly be apologising to Quasimodo.
Quasimodo? His name rings a bell.
OZ
What does Gordon Brown have to do with this?
That Orbach creature is all over public TV here like a bad rash!
Biggest load of drivel one has ever heard.
It really is time for a big shakedown, anything to divert the lot of them from such narcissistic bullshit.
Roll on Armageddon, well overdue for our species.
When half the western world is apparently consumed with anxiety about their pneumatic plastic tits self destructing it is definitely time for a change of the most radical nature.