The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Went down to Smiths and picked out a couple of packs of notelets with pictures of flowers on them. In the evening, Lupin bought Daisy’s brother Frank round. He was a gawky looking lad: Lupin said he was one of the best of the Comedy Kings (which I understand are a group of stand-up comedians who also do “improv”). Lupin whispered that if we could get Frank going, he’d have us in stitches.He certainly amused us at supper. He did what he called “beatboxing” – loads of percussion and drumming sounds just with his voice – and a spot-on imitation of the one who goes “I was terribly, terribly drunk at the time” on “The Fast Show”.
Whilst we were chatting, Daisy’s name cropped up, and Frank said he’d bring her round one evening. He said his parents were a bit conservative, and didn’t go out much. Carrie suggested having a party. It was getting on for eleven, but it didn’t seem like Frank was planning on leaving in any particular hurry. As a hint, I told Lupin he’d need to be up early for work in the morning. At which Frank embarked on a series of routines and impressions which went on for a good hour at least. Carrie could hardly stay awake. Eventually, she made an excuse and said “Goodnight”.
Frank then got ready to go. He and Lupin spent some time whispering in the hall. I overheard something about the Comedy Kings. I was disgusted when Lupin put his coat on and headed out with his new mate, even though it was well after midnight.
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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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