It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It’s like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting “Cathy” and banging your head against a tree.
Happy 57th birthday, Helen Fielding! The British writer’s popular newspaper column about single life in London became the book Bridget Jones’s Diary.
All My Best,
Jill M Roberts