Page 52 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

'Getting a bit of a shag, old girl?' said Jeremy. All eyes turned to me, beadily.

Mouths open, slavering.

'It's none of your business,' I said hoity-toitily.

'So she hasn't got a man!' crowed Cosmo.

'Oh my Cod, it's eleven o'clock,' shrieked Woney. 'The babysitter!' and they all
leapt to their feet and started getting ready to go home.

'God, sorry about that lot. Will you be OK, hon?' whispered Magda, who

knew how I was feeling.

'Wanta lift or anything?' said Jeremy's brother, following it up with a belch,
'Actually, I'm going on to a nightclub. I trilled, hurrying out into the street.

'Thanks for a super evening!' Then I got into a taxi and burst into tears.

Midnight. Har har. Just called Sharon.

'You should have said "I'm not married because I'm a Singleton, you smug,
prematurely ageing, narrow-minded morons,"' Shazzer ranted. "'And because
there's more than one bloody way to live: one in four households are single, most
of the royal family are single, the nation's young men have been proved by
surveys to be completely unmarriageable, and as a result there's a whole

generation of single girls like me with their own incomes and homes who have
lots of fun and don't need to wash anyone else's socks. We'd be as happy as
sandboys if people like you didn't conspire to make us feel stupid just because
you're jealous."'

'Singletons!' I shouted happily. 'Hurrah for the Singletons!'