Audio Book - Diary of a Nobody read by Arthur Lowe 360kbps torrent

Synopsis
This is the fictional diary of a nobody. The

'Nobody' in question is Charles Pooter, a clerk

living in Holloway, of prison fame. He worked in

a office in the city. He is married to Carrie,

and has a son, Lupin. Lupin Pooter sounds like

the medical name for a heavy drinkers boko to

me. Although I have looked it up in Grays and of

course it isn't there but on page....... I will

come back to Lupin later.

Charles is vain, self-important, gullible, at

the constant mercy of insolent tradesmen and

impudent junior clerks at work who are obviously

much more clever than he is. Even worse, he gets

sent insulting Christmas cards. Above all, he

has a deplorable taste in excruciating jokes and

puns. At a party, he says he hopes it won't be

long before he meets Mr Short. His more tiresome

acquaintances and neighbours include a Mr

Gowing, who always seems to be coming, and a Mr

Cumming - who is always going. Gowing not only

comes, but is also a hooligan given to chucking

food around at the supper table. Mr Pooter tries

to remonstrate with him, only to be told that

it's no good his trying to look indignant, with

his hair full of parsley.

He gets to hear about how good enamel paint is,

and buys a tin of red, and paints their flower

pots, coal scuttle (for those young 'uns out

there, it's where posh people kept their coal.)

and the backs of their set of Shakespeare, as

the bindings have almost worn out. Then he

paints the bath (where my family kept the coal).

Some days later he feels unwell, and decides the

answer is to have a hot bath. After soaking

himself for some time, he takes his hand out of

the water and finds his hand bleeding badly. Has

he ruptured an artery, and is he about to meet

his maker? Nope the bloomin paint ain't dried!

Lupin (what a blooming silly name, blooming? Get

it?) hates being seen with his old man who wears

strange suits. Dad buys his clobber in the

evening, when he can only choose his suiting by

gaslight, and discovers the next day how

terrible they suddenly look. Lupin seems always

to be making the wrong choices with women. He is

also out of work a lot.

Somebody wrote If you can remember that far

back, or have caught the occasional recent

repeat on TV, you might draw parallels between

Charles Pooter and Eric Sykes. The latter used

to star in as well as write the scripts for a

late 60s and early 70s sitcom, as an amiable,

slightly accident-prone fool continually worsted

by his more clever twin sister Hattie Jacques and

supercilious neighbour Charles Brown (Richard

Wattis). Maybe Eric modelled himself in part on

the oh-so-ordinary but likeable Charles Pooter.