Friday January 2ndI felt rotten today. Its my mothers fault for singing My Way at two oclock in the morning at the top of the stairs. Just my luck to have a mother like her. There is a chance my parents could be alcoholics. Next year I could be in a childrens home.Meet Adrian Mole, a hapless teenager providing an unabashed, pimples-and-all glimpse into adolescent life. Writing candidly about his parents marital troubles, the dog, his life as a tortured poet and misunderstood intellectual, Adrians painfully honest diary is still hilarious and compelling reading thirty years after it first appeared.