Essays by Adrian Mole

The collected writings of Adrian Albert Mole, as seen in The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole Aged 13 ¾ by Sue Townsend.

A day in the life of an air stewardess by A. Mole

Jonquil Storme opened her languorous blue eyes and looked at the clock. ‘Oh drat and bother’, she expectorated. The clock said seven o’clock and Jonquil was due at Heathrow Airport at seven fifteen, where she was in charge of Concorde. cont

Precint by A. Mole, aged 15 years 11 months

(The first page of my new novel:) Jake Butcher closed his eyes against the cruel wind that whistled over the paving slabs of the deserted shopping precinct. His cigarette dropped with a curse from his lips. ‘Damn,’ he expectorated. cont

My creative English essay: Spring, by A Mole

The trees explode into bud, indeed some of them arc in leaf. Their branches thrust to the sky like drunken scarecrows. Their trunks writhe and twist into the earth and form a plethora of roots. cont

My thoughts on Scotland

The hallowed mist rolls away leaving Scotland’s majestic peaks revealed in all their majesty. A shape in the translucent sky reveals itself to be an eagle, that majestic bird of prey. cont

Rosie

Rosie is about eighteen inches long; she has a big head with fuzzy black hair in a Friar Tuck style. Unlike the rest of our family her eyes are brown. She has got quite good skin. Her mouth is extremely small, except when she is screaming. cont