Page 215 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

'Why don't you interview Joanna Trollope?' I said.

'A trollop?' he said, staring at me blakly. 'What trollop?'

'Joanna Trollope. The woman who wrote The Rector's Wife that was on the
telly. The Rector's Wife. She should know.'

A leery smile spread across his face. 'Brilliant,' he said to my breasts.
'Absolutely flicking brilliant. Anyone got a number for Joanna Trollope?'

There was a long pause. 'Er, actually I have,' I said eventually, feeling walls of

hate vibes coming from the grunge youths.

When the meeting was over I rushed to the loo to recover my composure

where Patchouli was making herself up next to her friend, who was wearing a
sprayed-on dress that showed her underpants and midriff.

'This isn't too tarty, is it?' the girl was saying to Patchouli. 'You should have

seen those bitch thirtysomethings' faces when I walked in . . . Oh!'

Both girls looked at me, horrified, with their hands over their mouths. 'We
didn't mean you,' they said.

I am not sure if I am going to be able to stand this.

Saturday 9 September

8st 12 (v.g. advantage of new job with attendant nervous tension), alcohol units