Helen Fielding
Helen Fielding
Helen Fielding is an English novelist and screenwriter, best known as the creator of the fictional character Bridget Jones, and a sequence of novels and films beginning with the life of a thirtysomething singleton in London trying to make sense of life and love...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth19 February 1958
new-year hangover thinking
Dieting on New Year's Day isn't a good idea as you can't eat rationally but really need to be free to consume whatever is necessary, moment by moment, in order to ease your hangover. I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second.
cheer clothes criticize
Eventually, I manage to cheer Mum up by allowing her to go through my wardrobe and criticize all my clothes...
mother darling pardon
Don't say 'what,' say 'pardon,' darling, and do as your mother tells you.
thinking cheese different
9p.m. My flat. Feel very strange and empty. Is all very well thinking everything is going to be different when you come back but then it is all the same. Suppose I have to make it different. But what am I going to do with my life? I know. Will eat some cheese.
how-you-feel be-good feels
You see, things being good has nothing to do with how you feel outside, it is all to do with how you are inside.
thinking-about-you thinking like-you
No one is thinking about you. They're thinking about themselves, just like you.
mother hate book
I hate Christmas. Everything is designed for families, romance, warmth, emotion and presents, and if you have no boyfriend, no money, your mother is going out with a missing Portuguese criminal and your friends don't want to be your friend anymore, it makes you want to emigrate to a vicious Muslim regime, where at least all the women are treated like social outcasts. Anyway, I don't care. I am going to quietly read a book all weekend and listen to classical music.
girl should-have accepted
Singletons should not have to explain themselves all the time but should have an accepted status — like geisha girls do
sight tears needs
One minute you're closer to someone than anyone in the whole world, next minute they need only to say the words 'time apart', 'serious talk' or 'maybe you...' and you're never going to see them again and will have to spend the next six months having imaginary conversations in which they beg to come back, and bursting into tears at the sight of their toothbrush.
lonely fun weekend
Oh, God, I'm so lonely. An entire weekend streching ahead with no one to love or have fun with. Anyway, I don't care. I've got a lovely steamed ginger pudding from M&S to put in the microwave.
chocolate realizing eating
I realize it has become too easy to find a diet to fit in with whatever you happen to feel like eating and that diets are not there to be picked and mixed but picked and stuck to, which is exactly what I shall begin to do once I've eaten this chocolate croissant.
valentine cynical matter
Valentine's Day purely commercial, cynical enterprise, anyway. Matter of supreme indifference to me.
alcohol drink week
I will not Drink more than fourteen alcohol units a week.
order white tomatoes
I like L.A. It's like a mini break. For a writer, it's hilarious. Like the food. Where I come from, we eat chip sandwiches: white bread, butter, tomato catsup and big fat french fries. It's delicious. Here, you order a creme caramel and the waiter says, 'You know, that contains dairy.