Girlish Glee

All right, I confess. I am sometimes girly.

After watching Shakespeare In Love on HBO the other night, and talking to my sister who’d just watched Bridget Jones’ Diary, I was filled to the brim with girlish gleeeeEEEE (I can never resist Gilbert and Sullivan references because they’re always such fun) and decided I just had to see Colin Firth in proper glory (why does he keep playing fat cuckolded loser types in Fiennes brothers movies?), so I watched Pride And Prejudice, fast-forwarding through non-Colin bits, compressing five hours into two and a half, then looking desperately through the bookshelves for Pemberley, literary abomination that it is (please stop writing Jane Austen sequels, Emma Tennant, you’re just not her), just to have new Darcy scenes to imagine Colin in…