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'I take up my pen once again to
record a momentous time in the affairs of men (and, thank God this is
intended to be a secret diary, I am not required to add "and
women").'
So begins the latest volume of Adrian Mole's diary. It is 1 May 1997.
Now a celebrity chef at Hoi Polloi restaurant, Soho (and still an
unpublished novelist), Mole has returned to the Midlands to cast his
vote for the ravishing and Channel-suited Labour Party candidate, Dr
Pandora Braithwaite, the love of his young life
Back in Leicester, everyone in the Mole household expects Tony Blair's
election to bring them wealth, fulfillment and personal happiness. For
17 Wisteria Walk is a seething mass of late twentieth-century angst:
Pauline Mole. Mother, 53, feels she has wasted her life; no letters
after her name and only a 'Mrs' in front of it. Would an extramarital
affaire with Ivan Braithewaite (55, ripe for the cull) lift her
millennial gloom?
George Mole. Father, 50, out of a job, plagued by piles but scared of
the operation. Also having a problem with erectile function. Is finding
it difficult to get out of bed to vote.
Rosie Mole. Sister. 15-year-old vamp, Adrian suspects she may have
Tourette's syndrome.
Glenn Bott. Juvenile Stalker, 12. Adrian's love child? Or is Barry Kent
his dad?
New Dog. Age unknown. Disappointing substitute for the Old Dog, who died
after a long and record-breaking veterinary experience.
A searing, hilarious return for one of England's greatest diarists and,
by his own admission, greatest undiscovered literary talents. Be there
at the start of Blair's Britain, seen through the eyes of A. A. Mole..
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