Saturday 5 July 1986

…This afternoon I bought an Adrian Mole book, as well as going to the [town refuse] tip to unload rubbish.
All the family came, not just me.
Then we went to the railway station to renew the Family Railcard…

Yay! School’s out! Summer’s arrived! Let’s go and purchase a book and drop off some junk and renew a railcard!

I think, but can’t be sure, that it was The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole that I bought today.

I’m guessing I’d already ready Secret Diary by this point. I know I’d watched the TV adaptation the previous year; I’d taped the theme tune off the TV with my cassette recorder.

In fact, I started keeping a diary exactly two weeks after the first episode was broadcast. Perhaps fancifully, I’d like to think the two were connected.

I have an even earlier memory, however, of listening to Adrian Mole on Radio 4 in the car on the way to school. This would have been in 1983, or even 1982.

There’s no question Moley has been an influence on my life, though aside from the fact that we’re both born and raised in Leicestershire, the literal parallels do not – as yet – extend much beyond journal-keeping.

Oh, and reams of unpublished poetry. And rejection letters from the BBC. And a fear of swans.

And thinking William Hague has a funny-shaped head.

But that’s it.

Honest.

An intellectual writes...

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