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Authors: Sue Townsend
Adrian Mole and The Weapons of Mass Destruction
Adrian Mole
and the Weapons of Mass Destruction
Praise for the Adrian Mole series
‘Thank goodness for his steadfast loyalty to Pandora… Three cheers for his chaotic, non-achieving, dysfunctional family… We need him’
Evening Standard
‘One of the great comic creations… I can’t remember a more relentlessly funny book… Three cheers: Ashby de la Zouch is back on the literary map – and the
Cappuccino Years
is quite possibly a classic’
Daily Mirror
‘Mole has entered his kingdom… he presents a quizzical, innocent, frustrated perspective on the unlovely face of cool Britannia… Townsend manages it by dint of superb jokes and an underlying political and social seriousness as she skitters brilliantly over the surface of contemporary life’
Sunday Times
‘One of literature’s most endearing figures. He is an excellent guide for all of us as we wander through the cappuccino years’
Observer
‘Made me laugh very loudly on public transport, which is about the only real criterion for funny writing’
Independent on Sunday
‘The publishers could offer a money back guarantee if you don’t laugh and be sure they wouldn’t have to write a single cheque’ Jeremy Paxman,
Sunday Herald
‘Adrian Mole has progressed from being a minority enthusiasm to something like a national figurehead… Sue Townsend has done more than write a comic series descended from
Just William.
She has held a mirror up to the nation and made us happy to laugh at what we see in it’
Sunday Telegraph
‘Enormously funny’
Sunday Telegraph
‘A very, very funny book’
Sunday Times
‘A classic. The Adrian Mole diaries are thoroughly subversive. [He is] a true hero for our time’ Richard Ingrams
‘Funny, moving and a poke in the eye for adult morality’
Sunday Express
‘Written with great verve, and showing an uncanny understanding of the young. Sue Townsend holds the balance between innocence and precocity and the result is both hilarious and salutary’
Daily Telegraph
‘Life’s no fun for an adolescent intellectual. For the reader it is a hoot’
New Statesman
‘The new book takes up the diary where the last left off, and is quite as classic’
Financial Times
‘The funniest, most bitter-sweet book you’re likely to read this year’
Daily Mirror
‘I not only wept, I howled and hooted and had to get up and walk around the room and wipe my eyes so that I could go on reading’ Tom Sharpe
‘Marvellous, touching and screamingly funny… set to become as much a cult book as
The Catcher in the Rye
’ Jilly Cooper
‘[Adrian Mole is] one of the great comic creations’
Daily Mirror
‘The author’s accuracy and comic timing left me wincing with pleasure’
New Statesman
‘Wonderfully funny and sharp as knives’
Sunday Times
‘Mole still makes me laugh and laugh’
Daily Express
Praise for
The Queen and I
‘Laugh-out-loud funny’
Sunday Telegraph
‘No other author could imagine this so graphically, demolish the institution so wittily and yet leave the family with its human dignity intact’
The Times
‘Absorbing, entertaining… the funniest thing in print since Adrian Mole’ Ruth Rendell,
Daily Telegraph
‘Kept me rolling about until the last page’
Daily Mail
Praise for
Public Confessions of a Middle-aged Woman Aged 55 3/4
‘I want to be this funny. I want to be as funny, witty, sceptical and as unrepentantly cynical as Susan Lilian Townsend’
The Journal
‘Proof, once more, that Townsend is one of the funniest writers around’
The Times
‘Anyone who loved
The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole
will enjoy this collection of witty and sharply observed jottings from the inimitable Sue Townsend. Great stuff from a master of British satire, observation – and prose’
OK!
‘Sue Townsend is eloquent, wise and above all full of fun… whether she’s happy, nostalgic or just plain angry, her wit and honesty make her an unmissable read’
Sainsbury’s Magazine
‘It’s as if Townsend has caught our idiosyncrasies on candid camera and is showing a rerun of all the silly clips’
Time Out
‘What a fantastic advertisement for middle age – it can’t be bad if it’s this funny’
Heat
‘Townsend has such a witty way with words that it makes her consistently amusing… a welcome addition to any bookshelf’
Hello!
‘Townsend is every woman’s favourite Everywoman’
Good Housekeeping
Praise for
Number Ten
‘Hilarious. Sue Townsend’s laughter is infectious’
Sunday Telegraph
‘A wickedly entertaining and passionate swipe at New Labour’
The Times
‘There is a gem on nearly every page. Nothing escapes Townsend’s withering pen. Satirical, witty, observant… a clever book’
Observer
‘Poignant, hilarious, heart-rending, devastating’
New Statesman
‘A delight. Genuinely funny… compassion shines through the unashamed ironic social commentary’
Guardian
‘She has unrivalled claim to be this country’s foremost practising comic novelist’
Mail on Sunday
‘As ever with Townsend, her brilliance lies in her simplicity… It’s a great comic novel, this tale of two Britains, and should be on the bedside tables of Downing Street’
Independent
‘Townsend is one of our finest living comic writers… This is a wickedly entertaining and passionate swipe at New Labour’
The Times
‘No Townsend novel can fail to entertain… fans will find a smile on every page’
Sunday Times
‘Brilliant satire. Very contemporary, a bit controversial and loads of fun’
Daily Mirror
‘Few writers have the wit and powers of observation to write a humorous political satire but Townsend’s story of PM Edward Clare is spot on’
Sunday Mirror
‘Politicians beware’
Daily Mail
‘Convincing and amusing’
Daily Express
‘A brilliantly perceptive state-of-the-nation address’
Red
‘Hilarious’
Heat
‘A marvellously funny read’
Family Circle
By the Same Author
FICTION
The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole Aged 13 3/4
The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole
The True Confessions of Adrian Albert Mole,
Margaret Hilda Roberts and Susan Lilian
Townsend
Adrian Mole: From Minor to Major
Adrian Mole: The Wilderness Years
Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years
Rebuilding Coventry
The Queen and I
Ghost Children
Number Ten
PLAYS
Bazaar and Rummage
Womberang
Groping for Words
The Great Celestial Cow
Ten Tiny Fingers, Nine Tiny Toes
The Queen and I
NON-FICTION
Mr Bevan’s Dream
Public Confessions of a Middle-aged Woman Aged 55 3/4
Adrian Mole
and the Weapons of Mass Destruction
Sue Townsend
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First published 2004
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This book is dedicated to the memory of
John James Alan Ball,
Maureen Pamela Broadway
and Giles Gordon.
And to the Lovely Girls,
Finley Townsend,
Isabelle Carter,
Jessica Stafford
and Mala Townsend,
with all my love.
I would like to thank my husband, Colin Broadway, for the practical and loving support he gave me throughout the writing of this book.
Private and Confidential
Wisteria Walk
The Right Honourable
Ashby de la Zouch
Tony Blair, MP, QC
Leicestershire
10 Downing Street
Whitehall
September 29th 2002
London
SW1A
Dear Mr Blair
You may remember me – we met at a Norwegian Leather Industry reception at the House of Commons in 1999. Pandora Braithwaite, now the Junior Minister for Brownfield Regeneration, introduced us, and we had a brief conversation about the BBC during which I opined that the Corporation’s attitude towards provincial scriptwriters was disgraceful. Unfortunately, you were called away to attend to some urgent matter on the far side of the room.
I am writing to thank you for warning me about the imminent threat to Cyprus posed by Saddam Hussein’s Weapons of Mass Destruction.
I had booked a week’s holiday at the Athena Apartments, Paphos, Cyprus, for the first week of November for me and my eldest son at a total cost of £571 plus airport tax. My personal travel adviser, Johnny Bond, of Latesun Ltd, demanded a deposit of £57.10, which I paid to him on September 23rd. Imagine my alarm when I turned on the television the next day and heard you telling the House of
Commons that Saddam Hussein could attack Cyprus with his Weapons of Mass Destruction within forty-five minutes!
I immediately rang Johnny Bond and cancelled the holiday. (With only forty-five minutes’ warning, I could not risk being on the beach and out of earshot of a possible Foreign Office announcement.)
My problem is this, Mr Blair. Latesun Ltd are refusing to refund my deposit unless I furnish them with proof:
a) that Saddam Hussein has a stockpile of Weapons of Mass Destruction,
b) that he can deploy them within forty-five minutes, and
c) that they can reach Cyprus.
Johnny Bond, who was, according to his colleagues, ‘away from his desk’ yesterday (I suspect that he was on the Stop the War march), has dared to question the truth of your statement to the House!
Would it be possible to send a handwritten note confirming the threat to Cyprus so that I can pass it on to Johnny Bond and therefore retrieve my deposit? I can ill afford to lose £57.10.
I remain, sir,
Adrian Mole
PS I wonder if you would ask your wife, Cherie, if she would agree to be the guest speaker at the Leicestershire and Rutland Creative Writing Group’s Literary Dinner on December 23rd this year. Will Self has turned us down – rather curtly, in fact. We don’t pay a fee or expenses but I think she would find us a lively and stimulating group.
Anyway, Mr Blair, keep up the good work.
I viewed a loft apartment at the Old Battery Factory, Rat Wharf, today. Mark B’astard, the estate agent, told me that Canalside properties are being snapped up by the ‘Buy to Let’ crowd. It is in a great location, five minutes’ walk along the towpath from the bookshop where I work. The loft has one huge room and a bathroom with glass-brick walls.
When Mark B’astard went for a pee I could see his blurry outline, so if I buy the apartment I will ask my mother to run me up some curtains.
I stepped out on to the tensile-steel and mesh balcony and looked at the view. The canal lay below me, sparkling in the autumn sunshine. A flock of swans glided past, a grey bird flew by and a narrowboat came into sight under a bridge. When it passed my balcony, a bearded man with a grey straggly ponytail waved and said, ‘Lovely afternoon.’ I could see his wife in the bottom of the boat, washing up. She saw me but did not wave.
Mark B’astard had tactfully withdrawn while I soaked up the atmosphere of the place. But now he rejoined me and pointed out several original features: the genuine acid burns in the floorboards, the hooks where the blackout curtains were hung in the war.
I asked him what the scaffold-clad building next door was being turned into.
‘A hotel, I think,’ he said.
He went on to tell me that Eric Shift, the scrap-metal multi-millionaire who would own the freehold of my
property, had bought up the whole of Rat Wharf and was hoping to transform it into Leicester’s equivalent of the Left Bank in Paris.
I confessed to Mark that I had always wanted to dabble in watercolours.
He nodded and said, ‘That’s nice,’ but I got the impression that he didn’t know what I was talking about.
Mark looked around longingly at the stark white wall space and said, ‘This is the sort of place I’d like to live in, but I’ve got three kids under five and the wife wants a garden.’