Auteur filmmaker, scriptwriter and Arb contributor Simon Rumley's first novel is at times an unsettling read, but there's more to it than meets the cover, says Harry Chapman. I approached The Wobble Club with a certain degree of apprehension. At three hundred and ninety-nine pages it didn't possess the girth of a Don Quixote or a War and Peace, but it wasn't exactly slimline. But if I was going to be completely honest, it wasn't the size of the book that worried me, it was the size of its protagonists – did I really want to spend a month in the company of a couple who are morbidly obese? Which begged the second and more important question – in a society where we are expected to be accepting of peoples' differences, was I, in fact, a closet fattist? Is prejudice against people who are overweight the last bastion of intolerance? Gill and Brolly, who live off the Walworth Road in South London where most of the action unfolds, are not merely overweight, bu