Bridget Jones's Diary

by Helen Fielding

It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It’s like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting ‘Cathy’ and banging your head against a tree.

After all, there is nothing so unattractive to a man as strident feminism.

Feel sicky though.

real

‘I’m thinking Hugh Grant. I’m thinking Elizabeth Hurley. I’m thinking how come two months on they’re still together. I’m thinking how come he gets away with it. That’s it! How does a man with a girlfriend with looks like Elizabeth Hurley have a blow-job from a prostitute on a public highway and get away with it? What happened to hell hath no fury?’

No because I’m loving all this unaware foreshadowing of the film’s eventual cast

Just nipped out for fags prior to getting changed ready for BBC Pride and Prejudice.

Like??????

Have discovered delicious new alcohol substitute drink called Smoothies

‘Absolutely fucking brilliant. OK. The actors who play Darcy and Elizabeth? Come on, come on,’ he said, boxing at the meeting. ‘Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle,’

‘What’s being done to find her?’ ‘What are the sums involved?’ ‘How did the matter come to light?’ ‘What is the police’s involvement?’ ‘Who knows about it?’ ‘Where is your father now?’ ‘Would you like to go to him?’ ‘Will you allow me to take you?’ It was pretty damn sexy, I can tell you.