β Scribed by Sue Townsend
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Adrian Mole and The Weapons of Mass Destruction is the sixth book in Sue Townsend's brilliantly funny Adrian Mole series.
Wednesday April 2nd
My birthday.
I am thirty-five today. I am officially middle-aged. It is all downhill from now. A pathetic slide towards gum disease, wheelchair ramps and death.
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Adrian Mole is middle-aged but still scribbling. Working as a bookseller and living in Leicester's Rat Wharf; finding time to write letters of advice to Tim Henman and Tony Blair; locked in mortal combat with a vicious swan called Gielgud; measuring his expanding bald spot; and trying to win-over the voluptuous Daisy . . . Adrian yearns for a better more meaningful world. But he's not ready to surrender his pen yet...
Bestselling author Sue Townsend has been Britain's favourite comic writer for over three decades.
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