Pregnancy isn’t a good look on a bloke. But for the last three or so years, triggered by random foodstuffs, my belly would pop out and bloat – taking on an unnerving resemblance to someone about four and a half months into gestation.
I’d picked something up when filming somewhere dodgy abroad. Despite seeing multiple specialists, I’d not been able to get to the bottom of what was causing the bloating – beyond a vague notion of
