Funnily enough I started reading Henry IV yesterday and I'm just meeting Falstaff for the first time. I love him!
I remember the dad of one of my brother's friends who became a bit of a running joke cos one time someone saw him queuing in a shop and he kinda looked around to check no-one was looking and then lifted up the belly that hung over his belt and placed it on the counter so that it would take the weight for him. Maybe that's common practice I don't know but it had never really occurred to me that you could have this part of your body that sort of flopped around and had its own almost independent weight that you had to lug around like a separate thing.My mam's just ordered me some trousers from from m&s for my sister's wedding and I told her 32 cos that's what I've always been, but looking down at my gut I'm a bit worried now. I suppose I'll just have to let it flop over my belt, fucking gross.