*Look Mum, We're on TV*

Rewatching "Bridget Jones' Diary" on tbs tonight, wickedly funny stuff, I'm a sucker for anything with the dashing Colin Firth (incidentally, the "BJ Edge of Reason" DVD which I won has an adorable extra of Renee Zellweger pretending to interview Colin Firth (as Colin Firth) for her fictional show Sit Up Britain). I had loved BJD the first few times around as well, but for some reason, it never really HIT me that the movie was about a 30 something single woman and how she gets berated about her "situation" by those around her. Funny isn't it how re-examination and the passing of time can change one's point of view? Thankfully I'm surrounded by equally good friends, just like BJD who think nothing of it.



One scene of BJD stuck out in particular on this viewing. BJ does a firestation piece for her Sit Up Britian show and ends up sliding down a firepole in a mindress and broadcasts her knickers on national TV. The city that the alleged firestation is located in is Lewisham, a town southeast of London.

It also happens to be the city that I was born in.