The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Monday, August 17, 2009
Our last day at the seaside, and the weather was looking good, though a bit cloudy. We went across to Cummings’ chalet at Corton, and since it was cold, we had a bite to eat and messed around playing some games. As per usual, Gowing overstepped the mark. He suggested playing Twister, and when Carrie started (left and right foot on blue) he said “Come on Carrie, darling, time for some fun: get down and spread your legs”. Filth.
We play “Twister”
We were all twisted up like a bunch of contortionists. Suddenly Gowing, who was at the centre of the whole thing, leapt up shouting “Fire! Fire! The room’s on fire!”.
The game started and we ended up laughing hysterically, all twisted up like a bunch of contortionists. Suddenly Gowing, who was at the centre of the whole thing, leapt up shouting “Fire! Fire! The room’s on fire!”. We tumbled all over the place, and there was pandemonium until we realised that it was another of Gowing’s (hilarious) jokes. Not so hilarious was the fact that Carrie ended up banging her head on the fireplace. Polly put some Savlon on the bruise, but what with all the upset, I didn’t think it would be wise to walk back, so I had to shell out ten quid to travel all of a few miles back to Gunton Hall. Daylight robbery.
Gowing leapt up shouting “Fire! Fire! The room’s on fire!”
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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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