The Weapons of
Mass Destruction

The Lost Diaries Of
Adrian Mole 1999 - 2001

Adrian Mole
The Prostrate Years

Monday June 13th 1988
I had a good, proper look at myself in the mirror tonight. I’ve always wanted to look clever, but at the age of twenty years and three months I have to admit that I look like a person who has never even heard of Jung or Updike.

Adrian Mole has grown up. At least that’s what it says on his passport. But living at home, clinging to his threadbare cuddly rabbit ‘Pinky’, working as a paper pusher for the DoE and pining for the love of his life Pandora has proved to him that
adulthood isn’t quite what he hoped it would be. Still, intellectual poets can’t always have things their own way …

Included here are two other less
well-known diarists: Sue Townsend and Margaret Hilda Roberts, a rather
ambitious grocer’s daughter from Grantham.