Adrian Mole's diary
Easter
Poor Jesus, it must have been dead awful for him. I wouldn't have the guts to do it myself.
Mots clés humourous
Personally, nothing would surprise me any more. If my father announced that he was really a Russian agent or my mother ran away with a circus knife thrower, I wouldn't raise an eyebrow.
Sue TownsendShe liked people. Me, I can take them or leave them, but mostly leave them.
Sue TownsendMots clés people
I used to be the sort of boy who had sand kicked in his face, now I'm the sort of boy who watches somebody else have it kicked in their face
Sue TownsendSex with the gorilla went on a bit, but once he'd stumbled over my clitoris we both had good times.
Sue TownsendWill you lie to me and promise to read them? Books need to be read. The pages need to be turned.
Sue TownsendPauline: "All under-fives are mad Adrian, you used to talk to the moon. You invited it to your birthday party and cried when it didn't turn up."
George: "When it went dark and the moon came up, you ran outside and threw a sausage roll at it!
She had always been comforted by confectionery
Sue TownsendMots clés sweet comfort confectionery
She was alone.
She missed him immediately.
My skin is dead good. I think it must be a combination of being in love and Lucozade.
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