I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men.

In Terms Of Myself, My Next Big Plan Is To Loose 7llb (as I've Been Planning To Do Since I Was Seventeen) Also To Go To The Gym Three Times A Week, Not Merely To Buy A Sandwich. And Also De-clutter The Garage.

I Got Into My Usual Obsessive Writing Frenzy, Using All The Material I'd Worked On For So Long And Crafting It Into A Little Novel [bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries].

On Social Media People Tend To Show Off, And Post Their Most Attractive Picture, And Moments That Are Most Likely To Give Everyone Else Fomo (fear Of Missing Out). They Rarely Share The Moments When They Feel Down, Or When Things Have Gone Wrong And They Need Support.

It's Amazing How Much Time And Money Can Be Saved In The World Of Dating By Close Attention To Detail. A White Sock Here, A Pair Of Red Braces There, A Gray Slip-on Shoe, A Swastika, Are As Often As Not All One Needs To Tell You There's No Point In Writing Down Phone Numbers And Forking Out For Expensive Lunches Because It's Never Going To Be A Runner.

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.