The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Stillbrook takes a call on his Blackberry - 3rd Fairway
At two, Cummings and Gowing drove round with a friend called Mike Stillbrook and we all headed over to Northwick Park to play nine holes at the public course there. We made our way round chatting together, except Stillbrook, who spent most of the time glued to his Blackberry.
Approaching the 6th green
Afterwards, we debated whether to go and get something to eat, but Stillbrook said he’d be fine with a beer in the clubhouse.
Heading back to the clubhouse
We arrived, but the man on reception wouldn’t let me into the bar because I was still wearing golf shoes, and hadn’t brought a spare pair to change into.
As I turned to leave I saw Stillbrook followed by Gowing and Cummings heading for the entrance. I thought I’d have a laugh at their expense, but to my surprise they’d all changed into loafers, and were allowed straight in.
Gowing called back to me and said “Sorry they’ll not let you in. We’ll only have a swift half. Back in a minute”. They vanished into the bar. I ended up waiting for nearly an hour. When they eventually came back out they were all in high spirits, and Stillbrook was the only one decent enough to apologise. He said, “Sorry you had to wait, but we got another round in, and, well … you know how it goes”. I didn’t say a word coming back in the car. I felt pretty fed up all evening, but didn’t think it would be wise to mention any of it to Carrie.
©MMIX KONSIGNIA. All rights reserved.
Why shouldn’t
I publish
my diary?
I often see memoirs by people I’ve never even heard of and I don’t see why my diary should be any less interesting, just because I’m not a ‘celebrity’. I only wish I’d started it when I was younger.
Charles Pooter
The Laurels, 32 Elmside,
Barleycorn Mead, Harrow on the Hill.
charles@charlespooter.com
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