Don't Say 'what,' Say 'pardon,' Darling, And

No One Is Thinking About You. They're Thinking About Themselves, Just Like You.

Valentine's Day Purely Commercial, Cynical Enterprise, Anyway. Matter Of Supreme Indifference To Me.

More Than Two Years After Mad About The Boy Was Published, The [bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries ] Movie Started Coming Together. I Felt Better About The Material, And Found Myself Writing A Letter From Bridget To Her Son: Explaining The Original Story Of How He Came To Be, From His Own Mum.

I Am A Child Of Cosmopolitan Culture, Have Been Traumatized By Supermodels And Too Many Quizzes And Know That Neither My Personality Nor My Body Is Up To It If Left To Its Own Devices. I Can't Take The Pressure.

Don't Say 'what,' Say 'pardon,' Darling, And Do As Your Mother Tells You.