5.15 p.m. Har har. I. Am. Do. Ing. It." I said. That has shut him up.
6 p.m. Anyway is OK. All top journalists have deadline crises.
7 p.m. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck.
Wednesday 23 April
9st 3 (really seem to be stuck in some kind of fat-groove), congratulatory calls from friends, relatives and colleagues about Colin Firth interview 0, congratulatory calls from Independent staff about Colin Firth interview 0, congratulatory calls from Colin Firth about Colin Firth interview 0 (odd, surely?).
8 a.m. Article is coming out today. Was a bit rushed but probably not that bad. Might be quite good actually. Wish paper would hurry up and come.
8. 10 a.m. Paper has still not come.
8.20 a.m. Hurrahs Paper is here.
Have just seen interview. Independent have completely ignored what wrote. Realize was bit on late side but this is intolerable. Here is what was published:
Due to insuperable technical difficulties it has been necessary to print Bridget Jones's interview with Colin Firth as a direct transcript of the recording.
BJ: Right. I'm going to start the interview now.
CF: (Slightly hysterical sounding) Good, good.
Very long pause)
BJ: What is your favourite colour?
CF: I'm sorry?
BJ: What is your favourite colour?
CF: Blue.
{Long pause)
BJ: What is your favourite pudding?
CF: Er. Creme brulee.
BJ: You know the oncoming film Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby?
CF: I do know it, yes.
BJ: (Pause. Rustling paper) Do ... Oh. (More rustling paper) Do you think the book of Fever Pitch has spored a confessional gender?
CF: Excuse me?
BJ: Has. Spored. A. Confessional. Gender.
CF: Spored a confessional gender?
BJ: Yes.
CF: Well. Certainly Nick Hornby's style has been very much imitated and I think it's a very appealing, er, gender whether or not he actually, um ... spored it.
BJ: You know in the BBC Pride and Prejudice?
CF: I do know it, yes.