Page 203 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

I panicked. My mind went blank.

'Well?' he said. 'Well? Come on, say something!' 'Well, maybe,' I said,
because it was the only thing I could think of, 'it was because somebody
swallowed the evidence.'

There was a deathly hush, then Richard Finch started to laugh. It was the most
repulsive laugh I've ever heard in my life. Then all the grunge youths started to

laugh as well.

'Bridget Jones,' said Richard Finch eventually, wiping his eyes. 'Welcome to
Good Afternoon! Take a seat, my darling,' and then he winked.

Tuesday 22 August

9st 2, alcohol units 4, cigarettes 25, lottery tickets 5.

Still haven't heard anything from the interview. Don't know what to do for Bank
Holiday as cannot face remaining alone in London. Shazzer is going to the
Edinburgh Festival, as is Tom, I think, also lots of people from the office. Would
like to go but not sure can afford it and fear presence of Daniel. Also everyone

will be more successful and having a better time than me.