Here we go again, nanny state telling us to stop having fun so we can have a miserable life to the age of 79 instead of one full of fun, fags, booze and meat pies till the age of 76.

As far as I can see people in Blackpool and Manchester are obviously having a lot more fun and popping their clogs at 72 or whatever than those in boring old Bracknell and Wokingham who snuff it at age 80, probably dying of tedium after 40 years of eating muesli and carrot juice.