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Thursday
May 1st 1997 At junction eighteen I ran out of Opal Fruits, so I pulled into the services and bought three packets. Are the manufacturers putting something extra in them? Something addictive? I seem to be getting through rather a lot of them lately. The other night I woke at 3a.m. and was distraught to discover that there wasn't a single Opal Fruit in the flat. I tramped the streets of Soho looking for them. Within two minutes of leaving home I was offered lesbian sex, heroin and a Rolex watch, but an innocent packet of Opal Fruits took over half an hour to track down. What does it tell us about the world we live in? Now 30¼, Adrian's still worrying: Can he be a good father? Is Viagra cheating? Why won't the BBC produce 'The White Van', his serial killer comedy? Will he find the fulfilment he seeks as celebrity offal chef, single parent and celibate novelist? Is there a place for Adrian Mole in Blair's Brave New Britain? |
| 'Made me laugh very loudly on public transport, which is about the only real criterion for funny writing' | |
| Independent on Sunday | |
| ‘The publishers could offer a money back guarantee if you don't laugh and be sure they wouldn't have to write a single cheque' | |
| Jeremy Paxman, Sunday Herald |
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