I Will Not Drink More Than Fourteen

Reminded Of Favorite Poem By Wendy Cope Which Goes: At Christmas Little Children Sing And Merry Bells Jingle. The Cold Winter Air Makes Our Hands And Faces Tingle. And Happy Families Go To Church And Cheerily They Mingle, And The Whole Business Is Unbelievably Dreadful If You're Single.

I Will Not Sulk About Having No Boyfriend, But Develop Inner Poise And Authority And Sense Of Self As Woman Of Substance, Complete Without Boyfriend, As Best Way To Obtain Boyfriend.

With Most Of The Events In The Books [ Bridget Jones Diaries ] I Draw A Little Bit From My Own Life And Some From What I See Happening Around Me.

You See, Things Being Good Has Nothing To Do With How You Feel Outside, It Is All To Do With How You Are Inside.

Quite Quickly I Grew Less Deranged. I Had Begun The Process Of Calming Down, Assimilating And Compromising, Which Is Necessary To Live Comfortably In The World As It Is, And Probably Is Why Its Imbalance Never Changes. But Underneath, My Idea Of Life Was Completely Altered.