Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years

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Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years
Paperback
Published by Penguin Books
19 Jan 2012 English
First published: 1999 by Penguin Books
Price: £7.99

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Adrian Mole is thirty, single and a father.

His cooking at a top London restaurant has been equally mocked (‘the sausage on my plate could have been a turd’ – AA Gill) and celebrated (will he be the nation’s first celebrity offal chef?). And the love of his life, Pandora Braithwaite, is the newly elected MP for Ashby-de-la-Zouch – one of ‘Blair’s Babes’. He is frustrated, disappointed and undersexed.

But a letter from Adrian’s past is about to change everything . . .

Extracts

Wednesday August 13th

Here I am again – in my old bedroom. Older, wiser, but with less hair, unfortunately. The atmosphere in this house is very bad. The dog looks permanently exhausted. Every time the phone rings my mother snatches it up as though a kidnapper were on the line.

Praise for Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years

Three cheers for Mole’s chaotic, non-achieving, dysfunctional family. We need him

Evening Standard

Dean Street, Soho

Wednesday April 30th 1997

I take up my pen once again to record a momentous time in the affairs of men (and, thank God, because this is intended to be a secret diary, I am not required to add ‘and women’).

The day after tomorrow on May 2nd, as dawn breaks, I predict that the Labour Party will just scrape in, and will form the next government. Talk of a landslide victory is hysterical rubbish whipped up by the media.

Featured in this book:

Principal characters

Letters by Adrian Mole

Poems by Adrian Mole

Other media

TV

In 2001 the BBC broadcast Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years, starring Stephen Mangan, Helen Baxandale and Alison Steadman.

Praise for Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years:

Three cheers for Mole’s chaotic, non-achieving, dysfunctional family. We need him

Evening Standard

With the Mole books, Townsend has an unrivalled claim to be this country’s foremost practising comic novelist

Mail on Sunday

I can’t remember a more relentlessly funny book

Daily Mirror