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Adrian Mole's best quotes: what are your favourites? | Adrian Mole's best quotes: what are your favourites? |
(about 3 hours later) | |
There's only one thing more boring than listening to other people's dreams, and that's listening to their problems. | There's only one thing more boring than listening to other people's dreams, and that's listening to their problems. |
I'm not sure how I will vote. Sometimes I think Mrs Thatcher is a nice kind sort of woman. Then the next day I see her on television and she frightens me rigid. She has got eyes like a psychotic killer, but a voice like a gentle person. It is a bit confusing. | I'm not sure how I will vote. Sometimes I think Mrs Thatcher is a nice kind sort of woman. Then the next day I see her on television and she frightens me rigid. She has got eyes like a psychotic killer, but a voice like a gentle person. It is a bit confusing. |
My mother is in the hospital grounds smoking a cigarette. She is looking old and haggard. All the debauchery is catching up with her. | |
I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees | I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees |
[Good Friday] Poor Jesus, it must have been dead awful for him. I wouldn't have the guts to do it myself. | |
I used to be the sort of boy who had sand kicked in his face, now I'm the sort of boy who watches somebody else have it kicked in their face. | I used to be the sort of boy who had sand kicked in his face, now I'm the sort of boy who watches somebody else have it kicked in their face. |
My father was reading Playboy under cover of the candlelight and I was reading Hard Times by my key-ring torch. | My father was reading Playboy under cover of the candlelight and I was reading Hard Times by my key-ring torch. |
I have never seen a dead body or a female nipple. This is what comes from living in a cul de sac. | I have never seen a dead body or a female nipple. This is what comes from living in a cul de sac. |
Glenn has been excluded from school, for calling Tony Blair a twat. | Glenn has been excluded from school, for calling Tony Blair a twat. |
My brother has published a volume of poetry, called Blow Out The Candle. The reviews were ecstatic. I hate him already. | My brother has published a volume of poetry, called Blow Out The Candle. The reviews were ecstatic. I hate him already. |
I fear I am losing the battle to mould William's character | I fear I am losing the battle to mould William's character |
to my own satisfaction. He's only six, but at his age Mozart was | to my own satisfaction. He's only six, but at his age Mozart was |
selling out concerts all over Europe. | |
Now over to you. | |
rickylee369 suggests: | |
My skin is dead good. I think it must be a combination of being in love, and Lucozade. | |
rosiefiore suggests: | |
Nigel is a punk at weekends. His mother lets him be one providing he wears a string vest under his bondage T-shirt. | |
LevNikolayevich suggests: | |
Went to see Hadrian's Wall. Saw it. Came back. | |
Tom Hamid suggests: | |
I am an intellectual, but at the same time I am not very clever. | |
steena suggests: | |
Mrs. Thatcher has got eyes like a psychotic killer, but a voice like a gentle person. It's a bit confusing. | |
Cobblerjane suggests: | |
Pandora! / I adore ya! / I implore ye / Don't ignore me. | |
fishworld suggests: | |
The woman said it is important for an author of romantic fiction to have an evocative name, so, after much thought, I have decided to call myself Adrienne Storme. | |
And Victoriatheoldgoth contributes Adrienne Storme's first few lines: | |
Jason Westmoreland's copper-flecked eyes glanced cynically around the terrace. He was sick of Capri and longed for Wolverhampton... | |
ChrisNoir suggests: | |
At tea-time I was looking at our world map, but I couldn’t see the Falkland Islands anywhere. My mother found them; they were hidden under a crumb of fruitcake. | |
GermanGunner suggests: | |
I've changed my mind about going to London. According to The Guardian lead pollution is sending the cockneys who live there mad. | |
Keith6000 suggests: | |
Nigel says that Sharon Botts will show everything for 50p and a pound of grapes. | |
Kester Lovelace suggests: | |
A telegram! Addressed to me! The BBC? No – from my mother. 'ADRIAN STOP COMING HOME STOP.' What does she mean? 'Stop coming home'? How can I stop coming home? I live here! |