Page 133 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

bottles of wine (1 fizzy, 1 white) I had already bought from M&S (I mean

prepared by entire day's slaving over hot stove) we had: 1 tub hummus & pkt
mini-pittas.

12 smoked salmon and cream cheese pinwheels.

12 mini-pizzas.

1 raspberry pavlova.

1 tiramisu (party size).

2 Swiss Mountain Bars.

Sharon was on top form. 'Bastards!' she was already yelling by 8.35, pouring
three-quarters of a glass of Kir Royale straight down her throat. 'Stupid, smug,
arrogant, manipulative, self-indulgent bastards. They exist in a total Culture of
Entitlement. Pass me one of those mini-pizzas, will you?'

Jude was depressed because Vile Richard, with whom she is currently split

up, keeps ringing her, dropping little verbal baits suggesting he wants to get back
together to make sure he keeps her interested, but protecting himself by saying
he just wants to be 'friends' (fraudulent, poisoned concept). Then last night he
made an incredibly assumptive, patronizing phone call, asking her if she was
going to a mutual friend's party.

'Ah well, in that case I won't come,' he said. 'No. It really wouldn't be fair to
you. You see, I was going to bring this, sort of, date with me. I mean, it's
nothing. It's just some girl who's stupid enough to let me shag her for a couple of

weeks.'

'What?' exploded Sharon, beginning to turn pink. 'That's the most repulsive