Adrian Mole is already 23 and 3/4 years old, but adversity has not left him. He is still in love with Pandora, but she is married to a despicable aristocrat, and she has no shortage of lovers. While Pandora indulges in debauchery in her bedroom, Adrian is pining for a dungeon, in a cramped closet. And he whiles away his days in the office, where he counts the number of newts in England and endures the bullying of his boss. But one day, not the happiest, he is thrown out of the closet and out of work. And his own mother, instead of supporting her son, gets drunk together with Adrian’s extremely youthful stepfather. And his own father frolics with a rich divorcee in Florida... Adrian works as a nanny, a dishwasher, and sells security systems to the rich; he starts love affairs and fails; he wanders around strange corners; he is sexually obsessed with his psychoanalyst, the beautiful Leonora. And of course, he writes, writes, writes. A novel, a novel within a novel, a novel within a novel within a novel... But first of all, Adrian Mole meticulously describes his sad and funny adventures in his diary, which in England has become almost an officially recognized chronicle of our days.