tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765164771554351741.post1895744613078255414..comments2010-05-05T20:31:52.738+02:00Comments on Una exiliada a Ubrique: Hoy he sido alumnaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765164771554351741.post-37926185709377739392008-11-25T22:25:00.000+01:002008-11-25T22:25:00.000+01:00Hola.Estoy probando a ver si podía dejar un coment...Hola.<BR/><BR/>Estoy probando a ver si podía dejar un comentario...<BR/><BR/>¡¡Y si puedo!!!<BR/><BR/>hala adios!Cirahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15495631614375138600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765164771554351741.post-92133752349129254892008-11-10T22:44:00.000+01:002008-11-10T22:44:00.000+01:00Six years ago - on 28 February 1995, to be precise...Six years ago - on 28 February 1995, to be precise - a new column by the writer Helen Fielding (left) first appeared in The Independent. There was little fanfare at the time but, over the coming months, The Diary of Bridget Jones went on to develop an unprecedented cult following. Eventually, of course, the column was turned into a best-selling book, and now it's a major new movie, too (see film review, page 10). But today, for one day only, we'd like to take you back to the moment when Bridget and Daniel and the rest first stepped - blinking, drinking and smoking (v bad) - into the spotlight... <BR/><BR/><BR/>Ya deberías traducir esto. Si no, vaya inglés de shitCarmen Marihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00125753386467801170noreply@blogger.com