After my second chat on the JV Show, Andy Steele telephoned me - we have been in touch ever since and he has kindly sent us some Andyisms and a picture of him with his other half.

It's great to get a male point of view on the subject of fat, it is so often talked about from a female perspective ignoring anything to do with men, or children.

Here's Andy:

I have been with my wife, Sue, for 6 years (married for 2 months). I’ll never forget one day in her parents house. We were sat around the dining table chatting away when I leaned back on the chair upon which I was sitting. When I say “leaned back” I don’t mean on the back 2 legs, I just mean my back touched the backrest of the chair. All of a sudden I heard a loud cracking noise and to my horror found myself in the next instant lying flat on my back with the splinters of wood that was the chair under me. I felt such a pillock!

My horse riding exploits! One bank holiday weekend, my brother and I went camping in North Devon. We met his friends at the campsite as they lived in Bristol at the time. Upon arriving at the site, I was informed that we were going horse-riding that afternoon. Reluctantly I agreed to go upon assurances that there was a horse available strong enough to carry me.

We arrived at the stables and were introduced to our guide, who in turn produced horses from the stable one by one. Michelle was given a lovely small honey coloured pony. Dave and my brother got medium sized grey horses. Then the stable owner lead my horse from the stable. The whole stable-yard went dark, as the biggest horse I had ever seen was lead from the stable. Billy, my horse, was apparently half shire horse. You can imagine the problems I had getting on his back.

Eventually we were underway, and to be honest I was enjoying the whole experience, that is until Billy decided he had had enough of me on his back. Like a horse possessed he decided to gallop off away from the others and turn a sharp left hand bend back towards the stable-block. I clung on for dear life. Eventually I lost my grip and was sent crashing to the ground. My whole life flashed before me, Images of Roy Kinnear (who died falling off a horse) and Christopher Reeve (again fell off a horse and became paralysed) also flashed in front of me. I landed. The fall seemed to take forever. I rolled around on the grass and eventually came to stop in a patch of daisies. I could hear the others in the group catching up to me. I checked each limb was still attached, by moving each of them in turn. As luck would have it, I landed on something soft, my head! The only damage done to myself was a dirty shirt and pants. I am absolutely convinced that had I been the correct weight for my height, I would not be around to tell that tale. I believe that the layer of fat covering my body acted as a shock absorber. Since that day, I have never set foot within 6 feet of a horse.