One bleak day in the mid-90s, I stumbled upon Adrian Mole, self-proclaimed teenage intellectual and Poet of the Midlands, among the stacks of the local Booksale and started laughing. All by myself. Of course people started giving me that weird look, and they probably thought I just escaped from the loony bin, but I couldn't help it. Adrian Mole's angst was more or less my own, except for the glue on the nose bit. Sue Townsend resurrects my favorite diarist via her column at The Guardian. Say hello to Adrian Mole, Aged 34, with his new debacles in Diary of a Provincial Man.