You know who Mr. Darcy is?""I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.

A psychic friend could come in very handy." I reshuffled my cards."I predict I will," she said.

I'm eclectic,' she said to the HDs once and I could see them trying to work out where she plugged in.

Your idea of romance requires a corset and a time machine.

The night didn't go so well because I broke his nose, which was an accident that happened when I hit him in the face because he touched my arse.

I want to sit on the other side of the table from him so he doesn't think I'm interested, but there's no room on the other side so I sit as far away from him as I can and try to have an out-of-body experience.