Following on from my review of Bridget Jones 2 a new correspondent—not our friend from Switzerland—has just emailed me the following message, entitled “Sincere apology”:


I’m sorry.

I should never have doubted you.

I thought you just a tirading loon, venting an unfulfilled spleen.

But you were right.

BG2 is truly awful.

Can you forgive me?


You were right first time, C: I am, in fact, a tirading loon, but you are hereby forgiven. And, as I discovered the hard way, it’s “BJ2”—or perhaps you’re being ironic; it gets confusing around here at times.