bugger_off Death of a Rose scowl *grump, stomp* 040330 ... pipers i second the motion. *grumps off leaving thundercloud in wake* 040330 ... her royal highness the quirk "Bridget Jones, wanton sex goddess, with a very bad man between her thighs... Mum!" "It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces." Mark: I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences... But the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Bridget: You once said you liked me just as I am and I just wanted to say likewise. I mean there are stupid things your mum buys you, tonight's another... classic. You're haughty, and you always say the wrong thing in every situation and I seriously believe that you should rethink the length of your sideburns. But, you're a nice man and I like you. If you wanted to pop by some time that might be nice... more than nice. Bridget: I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. Well, I meant it, but I was so stupid... After all, it's only a diary. Everyone knows diaries are just... full of crap. Mark: Yes, I know that. I was just buying you a new one. Pamela: (as demonstrator at shopping mall) Yes... Now how many of you "have it oeuff"... have it oeuff... it's French... All you do is put the egg in here like this... and... up, down, up, down (demonstrating)... and voila! Ooh, mind the yoke spray, dear. 040330 what's it to you? who go blather from