Page 207 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

3 a.m. Just heard Perpetua come in, giving her verdict on the alternative
comedians: 'Puerile . . . completely childish . . . just silly.' I think she might have
misunderstood something somewhere along the line.

5 a.m. There is a man in the house. I can just tell.

6 a.m. He's in Debby from Marketing's room. Blimey.

9:30 a.m. Woken by Perpetua bellowing, 'Anyone coming to the poetry
reading?!' Then it all went quiet and I heard Debby and the man whispering and
him going into the kitchen. Then Perpetua's voice boomed out, 'What are you
doing here?!! I said NO OVERNIGHT GUESTS.'

2 p.m. Oh my God. I've overslept.

7 p.m. King's Cross train. Oh dear. Met Jude in the George at three. We were
going to go to a Question and Answer session but we had a few Bloody Marys
and remembered that Question and Answer sessions have a bad effect on us.
You get hypertense trying to think up a question, putting your hand up and

down. You finally get to ask it, in a semi-crouching position and odd high-
pitched voice, then sit frozen with embarrassment, nodding like a dog in the
back of a car whilst a twenty-minute answer in which you had no interest in the
first place is directed at you. Anyway, before we knew where we were it was