Here is a thought to freeze the blood of Generation Britpop: the film Bridget Jones’s Diary is now almost as old as Bridget Jones was when she began writing it.
Perhaps it has never been fully acknowledged outside of her fanbase, but Helen Fielding’s early-30s media singleton, with her dauntless alcohol and nicotine intake, was always one of the great role-model avatars of the Cool Britannia years.
