Oh God, What's Wrong With Me? Why

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.

But If You Are Single The Last Thing You Want Is Your Best Friend Forming A Functional Relationship With Somebody Else.

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.

..we Were Always Taught, Instead Of Waiting To Be Swept Off Our Feet, To 'expect Little, Forgive Much'.

It Occurred To Me That If Africa Needed Us, Sometimes We Needed Africa A Great Deal More.