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Jan 02, 2005 23:51

frostie read to me from The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 3/4 by Sue Townsend, when I was visiting her, and we could not stop laughing at one particular entry where Adrian attempts to write a romantic fiction novel called Longing for Wolverhampton, under the pseudonym Adrienne Storm:
Jason Westmoreland's copper-flecked eyes glanced cynically around the terrace. He was sick of Capri and longed for Wolverhampton.
He flexed his remaining fingers and examined them critically. The accident with the chain saw had ended his brilliant career in electronics. His days were now devoid of microchips. There was a yawning chasm in his life. He had tried to fill it with travel and self-gratification but nothing could blot out the memories he had of Gardenia Fetherington, the virginal plastic surgeon at St. Bupa's in Wolverhampton.
Jason brooded, blindly blinking back big blurry tears ...
I remember it taking her three or four tries before she could read that line about the chain saw without laughing. Of course, me giggling hysterically didn't help things. <3
(Incidentally, the Adrian Mole books are highly entertaining, if anyone is thinking about reading them.)
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