In a cluttered London newsroom in the 1990s, amid the hum of fax machines and cigarette smoke, a young journalist began chronicling the misadventures of a hapless singleton navigating life, love, and self-improvement.
Surrounded by colleagues filing dispatches on the war in Chechnya and the rise of New Labour, Helen Fielding sought to write something different – something lighter, wittier, and more relatable. What emerged was a fictional diary, penned under the pseudonym Bridget Jones, a character who would soon define an era.
