Page 294 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

Parties, parties, parties! Plus Matt from the office just rang asking if I'm going to
the Christmas lunch on Tuesday. He can't fancy me - I'm old enough to be his
great-aunt-but then why did he ring me in the evening? And why did he ask me
what I was wearing? Must not get over-excited and allow party casbah and

phone call from feller-me-lad to go to self=s head. Should remember old saying
'once bitten twice shy' as regards dipping pen in office ink. Also must remember
what happened last time snogged whippersnapper: ghastly 'Ooh, you're all
squashy' humiliation with Gav. Hmmm. Sexually tantalizing Christmas lunch
followed bizarrely by disco dancing in the afternoon (such being editor's idea of

a good time) involves severe outfit choice complexity. Best ring Jude, I think.

Tuesday 19 December

9st 7 (but still nearly one week to lose 7 lbs. before Christmas), alcohol units 9
(poor), cigarettes 30, calories 4240, lottery tickets 1 (excellent), cards sent 0,
cards received 11, but include 2 from paper boy, 1 from dustman, 1 from
Peugeot garage and 1 from hotel spent night in for work four years ago. Am
unpopular, or maybe everyone sending cards later this year.

9 a.m. Oh God, feel awful: horrible sick acidic hangover and today is office
disco lunch. Cannot go on. Am going to burst with pressure of unperformed
Christmas tasks, like revision for finals. Have failed to do cards or Christmas
shopping apart from doomed panic-buy yesterday lunchtime as realized was
going to see girls for last time before Christmas at Magda and Jeremy's last

night.