Dr Nottle’s Cheese Diet


Gert Loveday, who, as most of you know by now, is a seamless blend of two people, has a great interest in self-improvement.

She knows everything there is to know about makeovers, vigorous exercise programs, fashion, and of course, diet. This can involve the most refined gourmet cuisine, as in Writing is Easy, but we do not neglect to provide suggestions for those who may be larger than they would desire. These gems are salted throughout most of our books. In some cases they are life changing, in others the results can be surprising or even quite distressing, even if they give the hard-hearted reader lots of fun.

Here is an excerpt from Crane Mansions: A novel about the redeeming power of cake in which Sam Short undertakes Dr Nottle’s Cheese Diet. Sam wants to win back the love of the demanding Trish, but he has let himself go somewhat.

He asked himself, ‘What sort of hair does Trish like?’ She did like the Latin type, but she also liked ruggedly handsome sun-tanned men like Tom Jones. He had charisma. Curly hair, dark skin, white suits, necklaces. Sam decided as far as possible to model himself on Tom Jones.

He realised he would also have to slim down a bit. The thought of what Trish might say if she saw him in the altogether made him squirm. A diet. Everyone was on a diet these days. Sam had never tried it. But why not? He picked up a copy of The Planet lying crumpled on the floor. There were pages of advertisements for diets. Stick a pin. He closed his eyes and pointed at random to one page. This looked good. Dr Nottle’s Cheese diet. He quickly scanned it. Easy, the main precept of the diet seemed to be to avoid fruit and vegetables of all kinds as they made one retain fluid. Stick to cheese and the body set up a different kind of fat-burning process. Mind you, you couldn’t have alcohol for two weeks either, but he could surely stay off the drink for two weeks. The ad said he could lose two stone in two weeks. Four stone would be ideal, but time was not on his side. Perhaps he should go running as well. He had never done it but he could try. ‘Training for Trish, I’ll call it.’ And then when they’d got the Arbuthnott money he could wallow in champagne if he wanted to. Or if Trish wanted to.

Sam ruled up a chart and stuck it on his mirror. He had to ‘monitor his progress’, another Trish teaching. That reminded him of another of her mottoes, ‘Believe it, achieve it’. That was something else about Trish, she didn’t let anything get in her way. She knew how to grab life by the balls. God, how he’d missed her. He’d let himself go without her, but now, ‘Believe it, achieve it’, he said to himself. He bought one dozen blocks of cheddar cheese. Dr Nottle advised the dieter to vary the cheese; one day Camembert, another Neufchatel, but Sam opted for economy and simplicity. He bought an extra carton of cigarettes to help cut down his appetite. He went for a fitting at the wig shop and he called into Boots to weigh himself, to buy tooth-whitening lotion and artificial suntan. And he started running. He went early in the morning to the Regius Gardens which were small and heavily-treed. He shuffled once around the park. As he reached his starting point everything turned black and his breath made a terrible wheezing sound. His heart seemed to be galloping. Oh Hell, this was too much. Sam lit a cigarette to steady his nerves, then tottered back to his room. Too soon for the exercise, he thought, the diet was the main thing anyway. He found the cheese quite satisfying. He could eat as much as he liked, in fact Dr. Nottle’s notes said to eat as much as possible. Sam consumed block after block. After several days he went back to Boots to check his weight. He had lost nine pounds. This was most encouraging, although he was noticing his breath was like that of a very dead lion left in its cage to rot. When he spoke to the conductor on the bus he flinched and turned his head away before replying. But what was a bit of bad breath for Trish? He also found he felt very alert. His soporific days of mooning over the past had gone. Now he was busy with paper and pencil, planning the best approach to access Millie Arbuthnott’s trust funds and where to salt them away. Believe it, achieve it.

At the end of two weeks he had lost one and a half stone and he was almost as brown as Tom Jones from the frequent application of the sun bronzing lotion. His teeth were not much different and he had to eat XXX peppermints all the time to dilute the dead meat smell of his breath. He would have to try to speak without opening his lips. Best of all, though, he had a curly, almost Afro wig, which was so firmly affixed to his head it would take a tornado to dislodge it. A new white suit, a bronze shantung jacket, a disk with his birth sign hanging on his bare chest (no chest hair, but there was only so much he could do) a few other odds and ends in the way of shirts and undies and he was on the way to Crane Mansions with the Arbuthnott Will in the lining of his faux lizard suitcase. He was feeling a little odd in the head with a kind of dull pressure behind his eyes and a strange galloping feeling in his heart that probably came from his diet.

Is Sam successful in winning Trish back? You’ll have to read Crane Mansions to find out.

Disclaimer: even if you have eaten too many Easter eggs, we do not advise that you try this at home. Gert takes no responsibility (for anything at all).

photo credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/22375189@N08/4777655877

4 thoughts on “Dr Nottle’s Cheese Diet

    1. I don’t think this diet is very far from the principles of paleo, although I suppose cave men didn’t have cheese.Gets the weight off lovely,I hear. (Not that we are in any way recommending it.)

  1. Hilarious. I have a copy of this and since I am in dire need of a good laugh, I am starting today. I’ll binge read instead of like our hero Sam who goes on a binge cheese nosh.

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