Adrian Mole is thirty-four and three quarters, almost officially middle-age d, when Mr Blair asserts in Parliament that Weapons of Mass Destruction can be deployed within 45 minutes and can reach Cyprus. Now living in a minima list loft apartment at Rat Wharf, overlooking the Grand Union Canal (an are a tipped to become Leicesters equivalent of the Left Bank), Adrian finds s olace in a literary life, working in an antiquarian bookshop owned by the s aintly Mr Carlton-Hayes. But Adrian is worried. About the pathetic slide t owards gum disease, wheelchair ramps and death; about whether or not he ca n get a refund on his holiday to Cyprus; about his engagement to flaky New Ager Marigold Flowers; and about his failure to find a celebrity speaker fo r his writing groups Christmas dinner... The latest hilarious instalment of Adrians diary.