Page 70 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

9st, alcohol units 2, cigarettes 9, fat units 8 (unexpectedly repulsive notion:

never before faced reality of lard splurging from bottom and thighs under skin.
Must revert to calorie counting tomorrow).

Tom was completely right. I have been so preoccupied with Mum and Dad, and
so tired from taking Dad's distraught phone calls, I have hardly been noticing

Daniel at all: with the miraculous result that he has been all over me. I made a
complete arse of myself today, though. I got in the lift to go out for a sandwich
and found Daniel in there with Simon from Marketing, talking about footballers
being arrested for throwing matches. 'Have you heard about this, Bridget?' said
Daniel.

'Oh yes,' I lied, groping for an opinion. 'Actually, I think it's all rather petty. I
know it's a thuggish way to behave, but as long as they didn't actually set light to
anyone I don't see what all the fuss is about.'

Simon looked at me as if I was mad and Daniel stared for a moment and then

burst out laughing. He just laughed and laughed till he and Simon got out and
then turned back and said, 'Marry me,' as the doors closed between us. Hmmmm.

Thursday 23 February

8st 13 (If only could stay under 9st. and not keep bobbing up and down like
drowning corpse - drowning in fat), alcohol units 2, cigarettes 17 (pre-shag
nerves - understandable), calories 775 (last-ditch attempt to get down to 8st 7

before tomorrow).