It is the best of times. It is the worst of times. Forgive me for askign what the Dickens is going on over medical cures, food standards and health warnings.

First: Auberon Waugh persuaded me that the prime decade of existence came when a person reached their 50s: No mortgage, no kids at home, even no kids needing to be kept at university. Just a tidal wave of discretionary spending to indulge in
So far, so good.
But whey is it that every medical breakthrough - and there were said to be seven on offer this week alone - and even every cure for baldness, cannot be accessed for at least 10 years.
It is always 10 years, just as every chunk of ice which drops off Antarctica is "the size of Wales."
It gets worse: the food chain is now a constant source of grievance.
Adverts for whol-fat milk are likely to disappear from children;s television because of confusion.
Asda is limiting its new commercials to skimmed varieties after its whole-fat milk fell foul of Food Standards Agency guidelines.
It gets worse.
Whitehall mandarins now want a label on every bottle of wine (and every alcoholic beverage) about the risks to unborn children and the need to drink "respopnsibly."
Can't blame Brussels for that one: French and Italian parents introduce chilkdren as young as seven to wine with their meals.
And the final insult this week?
Traditional camembert cheese is in danger of dying out after two of the largest producers have ended the 200-year custom of making it with "raw" milk.
Premium camembert - the oly sort worth eating - is made from unpasturised, unsterilised lait cru, mainly from Normandy cows.
Come come. There's more to life than Dairylea spread.

• Post to:
•  del.icio.us
•  Digg
•  Newsvine
•  Nowpublic
•  Reddit