The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Monday, December 21, 2009
Most of the cards I’d got had dirty finger marks on them. Lupin, (who seems to have become a bit unscrupulous since he started working with this hedge fund), told me it’d be a good idea to get some small labels, write inflated prices on them, and stick them on the back of the card so’s people would think we’d spent a lot more on them than we actually had. Bizarre.Lupin was very down in the dumps in the evening. I told him that behind the clouds, the sun was shining. He said, “Yeah, whatever. It never shines on me”. I said, “Lupin. You’ve got to stop fretting about Daisy Mutlar. Forget her. Look on it as a lucky escape. She’s far too odd”. He got up and said, “Don’t you dare slag her off. She’s worth more than all your mates put together. Especially that freak Barry Perkupp”. Faced with this, I stood up, and walked out in dignified silence, but caught my foot on the rug.
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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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