The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Gowing and Cummings dropped in tonight. Lupin turned up with a mate called Rudy Burwin, the luvvie from the Comedy Kings who’d broken the table at the party. No one mentioned Daisy, which was one good thing. The evening was completely monopolised by Rudy, who looked a bit like Julian Clary, and seemed to think he actually was the homosexual comic. That said, he did some funny imitations. There was no sign of him leaving, so I said “Rudy – fancy staying for a bit of food?” and he said “Thank you, sweet. I’d love to.”
Rudy Burwin at supper
He did his Julian Clary stuff all through supper, slid down in his chair so his head was virtually under the table, whacked Carrie on the shins, knocked over a wine glass, and nearly decapitated Gowing with his knife. After supper, he lolled around with his feet on the book-case, kept doing lines from a sitcom (Alan Partridge, Lupin told me), and gave Carrie a really bad headache by constantly jumping up and head-butting some wind chimes.
As he was leaving he said “I’ll come tomorrow with my Julian Clary make up”. Gowing and Cummings said they were up for that. I wondered why they didn’t organise a full-on bloody party for themselves at my house at the same time. Carrie, though, pointed out that it was worth doing anything, if it helped Lupin forget the whole Daisy Mutlar saga.
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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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