With Most Of The Events

For Me, Writing Bridget's [jones] Stories Is An Instinctive, Organic Thing, Which Tends To Happen More By Accident Than Design.

You'll Never Get A Boyfriend If You Look Like You Wandered Out Of Auschwitz.

Reminded Of Favorite Poem By Wendy Cope Which Goes: At Christmas Little Children Sing And Merry Bells Jingle. The Cold Winter Air Makes Our Hands And Faces Tingle. And Happy Families Go To Church And Cheerily They Mingle, And The Whole Business Is Unbelievably Dreadful If You're Single.

Oh, God, I'm So Lonely. An Entire Weekend Streching Ahead With No One To Love Or Have Fun With. Anyway, I Don't Care. I've Got A Lovely Steamed Ginger Pudding From M&s To Put In The Microwave.

Exes Should Never, Never Go Out With Or Marry Other People But Should Remain Celibate To The End Of Their Days In Order To Provide You With A Mental Fallback Position.