The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Got a new suit at Burton’s. The trousers on the last one were slightly flared (they’d told me this was the preferred cut now) but when I was passing Michael Pitt’s desk (he’s the self-appointed office comedian), he started singing “Night Fever” in a stupid falsetto voice. Carrie got herself a cotton shift with an African-style print like she‘d seen in Bella magazine, and a straw beach hat. In the evening, she spent a bit of time fixing some chiffon round it, whilst I read to her from the local paper. We had a good laugh when I tried the hat on. Carrie said it looked hysterical with my sideburns. She thought people would have laughed themselves sick if they saw it in a sitcom or something.
Michael Pitt started singing “Night Fever” in a stupid falsetto voice
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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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