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Wednesday
April 3rd
I am twenty-four and one day old. Question:
What have I done with my life? Answer: Nothing. Grahame Greene died
today. I wrote to him four years ago, pointing out a grammatical error
in his book, The Human Factor. He didn’t reply.
Adrian Mole has at last reached physical maturity, but he can’t help roaming the pages of his diary like an untamed adolescent. Finally given the heave-ho by Pandora, he seeks solace in the arms of Bianca, a qualified hydraulic engineer masquerading as a waitress. Between his dishwashing job and completing his epic novel, Lo! The Flat Hills of My
Homeland, Adrian hopes that fame and fortune will not keep him waiting much longer. |
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| ‘He will be remembered some day as one of England‘s great diarists. No matter what your troubles may be Adrian Mole is sure to make you feel better’ |
| Evening Standard |
| ‘A very, very funny book'' |
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