The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
The man I’d found in the Yellow Pages - John Farmerson - came round to shift the urn. Seemed a very nice bloke. Said he didn’t usually do such small jobs himself, but for me he would. I thanked him and headed off to work. It’s shocking how late some of the office juniors are arriving. I told three of them that if Barry Perkupp (our Manager) found out, they’d get a warning from HR.Michael Pitt, a cheeky 17 year-old who’s only been with us for six weeks said “Calm down! Calm down!” in a silly Liverpudlian accent. I told him I’d had the pleasure of being with the company twenty years, to which he sarcastically replied “Yeah - looks like it!”. I gave him a cold look, and said “I expect you to show me more respect”. He replied “Expect what you like mate”. I didn’t bother arguing any further. You can‘t argue with people like that. Gowing called round in the evening, and complained about the smell of paint (again). Sometimes, he can be very tedious. He made a few off-colour comments about Christine Bleakley during The One Show. At one point, Carrie had to remind him that there was a lady present.
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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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