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| November 21 2001 Wednesday My mother has informed me that my married sister Madeline is coming to stay with us at Christmas, with her husband Brian, and that I will have to share my room with their two-year-old son! Thanks a lot, mother! Actually I feel a bit sorry for my little nephew, because not only has he got a stupid mother like Madeline, he's also been given the same cross to bear as me, as Brian's surname is Potter, and, wouldn't you know, they called him Harry. So not only have we got an Adrian Mole in the family we also have a Harry Potter! The poor little bugger doesn't know what he's in for. When he's about fourteen other kids will be asking him to turn their gerbils into Britney Spears and allsorts. My father is still upset about having an I.Q. of only 91 or 87. Or probably 83 if he took it again. I overheard him telling my mother that he couldn't understand it because the postman was 124. I could have said that you only have to be able to walk to do either of their jobs, and if you were an air hostess you even had hold of a duty free trolley to steady you, but I didn't bother. I saw on tonight's TV news that Jonathan King has been sent down for seven years for buggering young boys. I'd never heard of him, but my mother said he had a number one hit years ago with 'Everyone's Gone To The Moon.' Apparently he's been carrying on going to the moon ever since. |