The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I was peeved to discover that Lupin, rather than reading last night, had headed out into Lowestoft and gone to some dubious bar called “Vegas” to watch a drag show. I made it clear that drag shows were not my idea of respectable entertainment, but he said “It was a one-off. I was fed up, so I thought I’d take a look at Pussy Feltwell, England’s premier Drag Diva”. I told him I was pleased to say that I’d never heard of the man/woman (whatever), but Carrie said “Oh leave him alone, Charlie. He’s old enough to look after himself, and he’s hardly going to start acting like a yob. Remember, you were young once”. It rained hard all day but Lupin wouldn’t go out.
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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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