Wednesday April 3rd

I am twenty-four and one day old.
Question: What have I done with my life?
Answer: Nothing.
Graham Greene died today. I wrote to him four years ago, pointing out a grammatical error in his book The Human Factor. He didn't reply.

Adrian Mole has at last reached physical maturity, but he can't help roaming the pages of his diary like an untamed adolescent. Finally given the heave ho by Pandora, he seeks solace in the arms of Bianca, a qualified hydraulic engineer masquerading as a waitress. Between his dishwashing job and completing his epic novel, Lo! The Flat Hills of My Homeland, Adrian hopes that dame and fortune will not keep him waiting much longer.

Miraculously I managed to miss this book when it was released. Perhaps after True Confessions I was disillusioned by Adrian Mole, or maybe just hearing the radio play felt like enough at the time. I don't know, but now I get to read it in sequence and I can't wait.