I lived and worked in London in 1998 during the build-up to the first Euro conversion (aka "Le Weekend"). It was an interesting time. I love London and the pub culture and the way people interact. Even though there were many many horrible work-related events there were also some fun non-work times.
I became friends with a guy who worked around the corner from where I lived (New Quebec St, across from the Bricklayer's Arms).) He worked for a small apparel manufacturing company and there was always drama with the owner. I found this note torn up in the trash and while it was fun getting the back story of who the characters were and which of them he'd fucked, I think it really stands on its own as an example of the truth behind the humor of the Bridget Jones character. I just imagine this woman freshly home from the pub, 5 pints into it, opening her 2nd pack of Silk Cuts and with a large glass of some sweet liquor over ice in front of her, scrabbling out this note.
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