Bridget Jones is 51, widowed and…. Well I’m not going to spoil the surprise. You can read the third book by Helen Fielding, Mad About the Boy, and find out for yourself.
Discover Bridget’s modern-day dilemmas, with dating, technology and middle-aged life. It’s a journey of discovery and revelation. For example, cougars aren’t just zoo animals…
Mad About The Boy promises the same hilarity and adorable clumsiness that we’ve all grown up to know and love. As for the big pants? Do they make a return? What do you think?
What’s great about Bridget is that she’s a normal human being, complete with insecurities – someone everyone can relate to. After all, we all own a secret pair of giant pants…
Enter the Bridget Jones Mad About the Boy competition below and before you know it, a copy of the newly released book will be heading your way.
Watch Helen Fielding talk about writing Mad About The Boy
It’s the first day of your period. You’re just chilling in the office and a big sneeze comes along…
Readjusting my tummy-flattening pants just as the lift door opens at work to reveal my senior manager, a very skinny & glam lady!
Wearing my “hold me in pants” at the gym,only for my joggers to rip all the way up the back-leaving them glaringly on display,for every man and his dog to see,needless to say-i didn’t go to the gym for a week or so after-and even then i cringed haha
Sent a naughty test to the boy. An angry woman called back. Actually I just mistyped his number.
I once slipped on the icy path on a first date
Eating spaghetti Bolognese on a date – went to the loo to freshen up and realised the Bolognese sauce was on my chin. Quickly left as a decent man would have removed this with his napkin so he deserved to pay the bill.
I have frequently been known to eat entire tubs of ice cream whilst watching weepy films!
Walking round university with my skirt tucked into my knickers. My friends thought it was hilarious to not tell me!
Wore long legged hold-me-in pants under LBD for meeting with cute new boss. Realised I had GROSS visible panty line where flab was bursting out on thighs but managed to pass it off as sexy stocking tops – hurrah!
Walked downstairs in front on my boyfriends mum only for her to tap me on the shoulder to tell me my dress was tucked into my pants – at least she didn’t let me walk into a room full of their family!