50 shades of Bridget; BEHIND THE HEADLINES.
Bridget Jones, the caloriecounting, chardonnayguzzling heroine who put the hic in chick–lit is to return in a new book. About time too.
In the 1990s, I read Bridget Jones's Diary on holiday and disgraced myself by laughing so much I fell off my sun lounger. Trying to explain to worried Germans that I wasn't having some sort of fit wasn't easy.
Bridget's disastrous lovelife and calamitous career in hugely sexist workplaces were in keeping with the times. How is she going to fare in the politically correct, smoke–free 21st century?
For those of us who've had enough of whips, handcuffs and submissive heroines, here's hoping that Bridget is still 50 shades of scatty.
If she's now revealed to be a baby–obsessed grown–up, it's going in the bin.
SCATTY Bridget Jones