The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole
By Sue Townsend
Thursday January 1st
Bank Holiday in England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales These are my New Year’s resolutions: 1. I will help the blind across the road. 2. I will hang my trousers up. 3. I will put the sleeves back on my records. 4. I will not start smoking. 5. I will stop squeezing my spots. 6. I will be kind to the dog. 7. I will help the poor and ignorant. After hearing the disgusting noises from downstairs last night, I have also vowed never to drink alcohol. My father got the dog drunk on cherry brandy at the party last night. If the RSPCA hear about it he could get done. Eight days have gone by since Christmas Day but my mother still hasn’t worn the green lurex apron I bought her for Christmas! She will get bathcubes next year. Just my luck, I’ve got a spot on my chin for the first day of the New Year!
Friday January 2nd
Bank Holiday in Scotland. Full Moon I felt rotten today. It’s my mother’s fault for singing ‘My Way’ at two o’clock 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 children’s home. The dog got its own back on my father. It jumped up and knocked down his model ship, then ran into the garden with the rigging tangled in its feet. My father kept saying, ‘Three months’ work down the drain’, over and over again. The spot on my chin is getting bigger. It’s my mother’s fault for not knowing about vitamins.
Saturday January 3rd
I shall go mad through lack of sleep! My father has banned the dog from the house so it barked outside my window all night. Just my luck! My father shouted a swear-word at it. If he’s not careful he will get done by the police for obscene language. I think the spot is a boil. Just my luck to have it where everybody can see it. I pointed out to my mother that I hadn’t had any vitamin C today. She said, ‘Go and buy an orange, then’. This is typical. She still hasn’t worn the lurex apron. I will be glad to get back to school.
Thursday January 8th
Now my mother has got the flu. This means that I have to look after them both. Just my luck! I have been up and down the stairs all day. I cooked a big dinner for them tonight: two poached eggs with beans, and tinned semolina pudding. (It’s a good job I wore the green lurex apron because the poached eggs escaped out of the pan and got all over me.) I nearly said something when I saw they hadn’t eaten any of it. They can’t be that ill. I gave it to the dog in the coal shed. My grandmother is coming tomorrow morning, so I had to clean the burnt saucepans, then take the dog for a walk. It was half-past eleven before I got to bed. No wonder I am short for my age. I have decided against medicine for a career.
Friday January 9th
It was cough, cough, cough last night. If it wasn’t one it was the other. You’d think they’d show some consideration after the hard day I’d had. My grandma came and was disgusted with the state of the house. I showed her my room which is always neat and tidy and she gave me fifty pence. I showed her all the empty drink bottles in the dustbin and she was disgusted. My grandma let the dog out of the coal shed. She said my mother was cruel to lock it up. The dog was sick on the kitchen floor. My grandma locked it up again. She squeezed the spot on my chin. It has made it worse. I told grandma about the green apron and grandma said that she bought my mother a one hundred per cent acrylic cardigan every Christmas and my mother had never ever worn one of them!
Saturday January 10th
AM. Now the dog is ill! It keeps being sick so the vet has got to come. My father told me not to tell the vet that the dog had been locked in the coal shed for two days. I have put a plaster over the spot to stop germs getting in it from the dog. The vet has taken the dog away. He says he thinksit has got an obstruction and will need an emergency operation. My grandma has had a row with my mother and gone home. My grandma found the Christmas cardigans all cut up in the duster bag. It is disgusting when people are starving. Mr Lucas from next door has been in to see my mother and father who are still in bed. He brought a ‘get well’ card and some flowers for my mother. My mother sat up in bed in a nightie that showed a lot of her chest. She talked to Mr Lucas in a yukky voice. My father pretended to be asleep. Nigel brought his records round. He is into punk, but I don’t see the point if you can’t hear the words. Anyway I think I’m turning into an intellectual. It must be all the worry.
PM. I went to see how the dog is. It has had its operation. The vet showed me a plastic bag with lots of yukky things in it. There was a lump of coal, the fir tree from the Christmas cake, and the model pirates from my father’s ship. One of the pirates was waving a cutlass which must have been very painful for the dog. The dog looks a lot better. It can come home in two days, worse luck. My father was having a row with my grandma on the phone about the empty bottles in the
Wednesday January 14th
Joined the library. Got Care of the Skin, Origin of Species, and a book by a woman my mother is always going on about. It is called Pride and Prejudice, by a woman called Jane Austen. I could tell the librarian was impressed.. Perhaps she is an intellectual like me. She didn’t look at my spot, so perhaps it is getting smaller. About time! Mr Lucas was in the kitchen drinking coffee with my mother. The room was full of smoke. They were laughing, but when I went in, they stopped. Mrs Lucas was next door cleaning the drains. She looked as if she was in a bad mood. I think Mr and Mrs Lucas have got an unhappy marriage. Poor Mr Lucas! None of the teachers at school have noticed that I am an intellectual. They will be sorry when I am famous. There is a new girl in our class. She sits next to me in Geography. She is all right. Her name is Pandora, but she likes being called ‘Box’. Don’t ask me why. I might fall in love with her. It’s time I fell in love, after all I am 13¾ years old.
Thursday January 15th
Pandora has got hair the colour of treacle, and it’s long like girls’ hair should be. She has quite a good figure. I saw her playing netball and her chest was wobbling. I felt a bit funny. I think this is it! The dog has had its stitches out. It bit the vet, but I expect he’s used to it. (The vet I mean; I know the dog is.) My father found out about the arm on the stereo. I told a lie. I said the dog jumped up and broke it. My father said he will wait until the dog is completely cured of its operation then kick it. I hope this is a joke. Mr Lucas was in the kitchen again when I got home from school. My mother is better now, so why he keeps coming round is a mystery to me. Mrs Lucas was planting trees in the dark. I read a bit of Pride and Prejudice, but it was very old-fashioned. I think Jane Austen should write something a bit more modern. The dog has got the same colour eyes as Pandora. I only noticed because my mother cut the dog’s hair. It looks worse than ever. Mr Lucas and my mother were laughing at the dog’s new haircut which is not very nice, because dogs can’t answer back, just like the Royal Family. I am going to bed early to think about Pandora and do my back-stretching exercises. I haven’t grown for two weeks. If this carries on I will be a midget. I will go to the doctor’s on Saturday if the spot is still there. I can’t live like this with everybody staring.
Sunday January 4th
Second after Christmas My father has got the flu. I’m not surprised with the diet we get. My mother went out in the rain to get him a vitamin C drink, but as I told her, ‘It’s too late now’. It’s a miracle we don’t get scurvy. My mother says she can’t see anything on my chin, but this is guilt because of the diet.
The dog has run off because my mother didn’t close the gate. I have broken the arm on the stereo. Nobody knows yet, and with a bit of luck my father will be ill for a long time. He is the only one who uses it apart from me. No sign of the apron.
Monday January 5th
The dog hasn’t come back yet. It is peaceful without it. My mother rang the police and gave a description of the dog. She made it sound worse than it actually is: straggly hair over its eyes and all that. I really think the police have got better things to do than look for dogs, such as catching murderers. I told my mother this but she still rang them. Serve her right if she was murdered because of the dog. My father is still lazing about in bed. He is supposed to be ill, but I noticed he is still smoking! Nigel came round today. He has got a tan from his Christmas holiday. I think Nigel will be ill soon fromthe shock of the cold in England. I think Nigel’s parents were wrong to take him abroad. He hasn’t got a single spot yet.
Tuesday January 6th
Epiphany. New Moon The dog is in trouble! It knocked a meter-reader off his bike and messed all the cards up. So now we will all end up in court I expect. A policeman said we must keep the dog under control and asked how long it had been lame. My mother said it wasn’t lame, and examined it. There was a tiny model pirate trapped in its left front paw. The dog was pleased when my mother took the pirate out and it jumped up the policeman’s tunic with its muddy paws. My mother fetched a cloth from the kitchen but it had strawberry jam on it where I had wiped the knife, so the tunic was worse than ever. The policeman went then. I’m sure he swore. I could report him for that. I will look up ‘Epiphany’ in my new dictionary.
Wednesday January 7th
Nigel came round on his new bike this morning. It has got a water bottle, a milometer, a speedometer, a yellow saddle, and very thin racing wheels. It’s wasted on Nigel. He only goes to the shops and back on it. If I had it, I would go all over the country and have an experience. My spot or boil has reached its peak. Surely it can’t get any bigger! I found a word in my dictionary that describes my father. It is malingerer. He is still in bed guzzling vitamin C. The dog is locked in the coal shed. Epiphany is something to do with the three wise men. Big deal!
dustbin when I got home.
Mr Lucas was upstairs talking to my mother. When Mr Lucas went, my father went upstairs and had an argument with my mother and made her cry. Myfather is in a bad mood. This means he is feeling better. I made my mother a cup of tea without her asking. This made her cry as well. You can’t please some people! The spot is still there.
Sunday January 11th
First after Epiphany Now I know I am an intellectual. I saw Malcolm Muggeridge on the television last night, and I understood nearly every word. It all adds up. A bad home, poor diet, not liking punk. I think I will join the library and see what happens. It is a pity there aren’t any more intellectuals living round here. Mr Lucas wears corduroy trousers, but he’s an insurance man. Just my luck. The first what after Epiphany?
Monday January 12th
The dog is back. It keeps licking its stitches, so when I am eating I sit with my back to it. My mother got up this morning to make the dog a bed to sleep in until it’s better. It is made out of a cardboard box that used to contain packets of soap powder. My father said this would make the dog sneeze and burst its stitches, and the vet would charge even more to stitch it back up again. They had a row about the box, then my father went on about Mr Lucas. Though what Mr Lucas has to do with the dog’s bed is a mystery to me.
Tuesday January 13th
My father has gone back to work. Thank God! I don’t know how my mother sticks him. Mr Lucas came in this morning to see if my mother needed any help in the house. He is very kind. Mrs Lucas was next door cleaning the outside windows. The ladder didn’t look very safe. I have written to Malcolm Muggeridge, c/o the BBC, asking him what to do about being an intellectual. I hope he writes back soon because I’m getting fed up being one on my own. I have written a poem, and it only took me two minutes. Even the famous poets take longer than that. It is called ‘The Tap’, but it isn’t really about a tap, it’s very deep, and about life and stuff like that.
The Tap, by Adrian Mole
The tap drips and keeps me awake,In the morning there will be a lake.For the want of a washer the carpet will spoil,Then for another my father will toil.My father could snuff it while he is at work.Dad, fit a washer don’t be a burk!
I showed it to my mother, but she laughed. She isn’t very bright. She still hasn’t washed my PE shorts, and it is school tomorrow. She is not like the mothers on television.
Friday January 16th
Mr Lucas came round and offered to take my mother shopping in the car. They dropped me off at school. I was glad to get out of the car what with all the laughing and cigarette smoke. We saw Mrs Lucas on the way. She was carrying big bags of shopping. My mother waved, but Mrs Lucas couldn’t wave back. It was Geography today so I sat next to Pandora for a whole hour. She looks better every day. I told her about her eyes being the same as the dog’s. She asked what kind of dog it was. I told her it was a mongrel. I lent Pandora my blue felt-tip pen to colour round the British Isles. I think she appreciates these small attentions. I started Origin of Species today, but it’s not as good as the television series. Care ofthe Skin is dead good. I have left it open on the pages about vitamins. I hope my mother takes the hint. I have left it on the kitchen table near the ashtray, so she is bound to see it. I have made an appointment about the spot. It has turned purple.
Saturday January 17th
I was woken up early this morning. Mrs Lucas is concreting the front of their house and the concrete lorry had to keep its engine running while she shovelled the concrete round before it set. Mr Lucas made her a cup of tea. He really is kind. Nigel came round to see if I wanted to go to the pictures but I told him I couldn’t, because I was going to the doctor’s about the spot. He said he couldn’t see a spot, but he was just being polite because the spot is massive today. Dr Taylor must be one of those overworked GPs you are always reading about. He didn’t examine the spot, he just said I mustn’t worry and was everything all right at home. I told him about my bad home life and my poor diet, but he said I was well nourished and to go home and count my blessings. So much for the National Health Service. I will get a paper-round and go private.
Sunday January 18th
Second after Epiphany. Oxford Hilary Term starts Mrs Lucas and my mother have had a row over the dog. Somehow it escaped from the house and trampled on Mrs Lucas’s wet concrete. My father offered to have the dog put down, but my mother started to cry so he said he wouldn’t. All the neighbours were out in the street washing their cars and listening. Sometimes I really hate that dog! I remembered my resolution about helping the poor and ignorant today, so I took some of my old Beano annuals to a quite poor family who have moved into the next street. I know they are poor because they haveonly got a black and white telly. A boy answered the door. I explained why I had come. He looked at the annuals and said, ‘I’ve read ’em’, and slammed the door in my face. So much for helping the poor!
The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole
By Sue Townsend
Part 1 (January 1st – January 10th )Find words in the text and match them with their meanings (provide the situations from the text):
resolution (n) a red painful lump in the skin, furuncle
bathcube (n) unable to walk without difficulty as the result of an injury
bark (v) to clean or dry (something) by rubbing with a cloth, a piece of paper, or one’s hand
swear-word (n) to force air through your throat with a short, loud noise often because you are sick
boil (n) growing or hanging in an untidy way
straggly (adj) an offensive word, used especially as an expression of anger
serve s.o. right(v) to eat or drink greedilymeter-reader (n) to make the characteristic short loud cry of a dog
lame (adj) a firm decision to do or not to do something
wipe (v) to use offensive wordsswear (v) a person who pretend to be ill in order to escape duty or work
malingerer (n) a person who inspects and records the figure indicated on a gas, electricity, or water meter
guzzle (v) a condition of being clogged or blocked
cough (n) a small, hard object that you dissolve in bath water to make it smell pleasant or to make your skin softobstruction (n) to be someone’s deserved punishment or misfortuneFind the odd one out in the list of synonyms (explain your decision):
resolution - intention, decision, object, plan, settlement, pledge, promise;
vow - swear, pledge, promise, give one's word, guarantee;
obscene - offensive, nasty, coarse, rude, indecent;
peaceful – friendly, calm, quiet, silent, noiseless, undisturbed;
yukky - stomach-turning, off-putting, disgusting, unpleasant, rotten, yummy.
Careful, meticulous, scrupulous, punctilious mean showing close attention to detail.
careful implies attentiveness and cautiousness in avoiding mistakes e.g. a careful worker.
meticulous /mɪˈtɪkjʊləs/may imply either commendable extreme carefulness or caution over small points e.g. meticulous attention
scrupulous /ˈskruːpjʊləs/ applies to what is proper or fitting or ethical e.g. scrupulous honesty.
punctilious /pʌŋ(k)ˈtɪlɪəs/ implies minute, even excessive attention to fine points e.g. punctilious observance of ritual.
Careful and cautious mean taking care to avoid trouble.
careful is used for a person who is able to prevent mistakes or accidents by being alert. e.g. Be careful when you paint the fence.
cautious /ˈkɔːʃəs/ is used for a person who takes care to avoid further problems or difficulties. e.g. A cautious driver will drive slowly in bad weather.
Find words in the text that mean the opposite of the following words:
unusual, not ordinary
kind, kind-hearted, sympathetictopsy-turvy, upside-downfilled, full
pleasantunhappy, sad, unsatisfiedpainlessIgnorant, illiterate, unlettered, untutored, unlearned mean not having knowledge.
ignorant may imply a general condition or it may apply to lack of knowledge or awareness of a particular thing e.g. an ignorant fool; ignorant of nuclear physics.
illiterate applies to either an absolute or a relative inability to read and write e.g. much of the population is still illiterate.
3961130196850unlettered implies ignorance of the knowledge gained by reading e.g. an allusion meaningless to the unlettered.
untutored may imply lack of schooling in the arts and ways of civilization e.g. monuments built by an untutored people.
unlearned suggests ignorance of advanced subjects e.g. the unlearned masses.
Provide the words for the transcription given below translate the words:
/ˈl(j)ʊəreks/ /ˈeɪpr(ə)n/ /ˈrɪɡɪŋ/ /ˈskəːvi/ /ˈmɪrək(ə)l/ /ɡɪlt/ /tæn/ /ˈmʌdi/ /fetʃ/ /məˈlɪŋɡ(ə)rə/ /mʌɪˈlɒmɪtə/ /spiːˈdɒmɪtə/ /ˈsædl/ /kəʊl/ /ʃed/ /tʃɪn/ /kɒf/ /əˈkrɪlɪk/ /ˈjʌki/ /ˈkʌtləs/ Find the proper words for the Russian equivalents:
выдавливать прыщи помочь к.-л. перейти дорогу вешать ч.-л. (e.g.на крючок) детский дом подпрыгнуть опрокинуть, разбить спутать, запутать продолжать ч.-л. делать (e.g.говорить) недостаток (e.g.сна) убегать (e.g.из дома) ручка, рукоятка нежиться (e.g. в кровати) накладывать пластырь микроб разрезанный (на куски / части) кусок (e.g.угля) Translate the sentences into Russian:
“I will put the sleeves back on my records.”
“My father got the dog drunk on cherry brandy at the party last night.”
“If the RSPCA hear about it he could get done”
“Eight days have gone by since Christmas Day…”
“Just my luck,… Just my luck to have a mother like her. Just my luck! Just my luck to have it where
everybody can see it.“
“It’s my mother’s fault for singing ‘My Way’ at two o’clock in the morning at the top of the stairs… It’s my mother’s fault for not knowing about vitamins.”
“I pointed out to my mother that I hadn’t had any vitamin C today.”
“My father has got the flu.”
“…with a bit of luck my father will be ill for a long time.”
“She made it sound worse than it actually is.”
“Serve her right if she was murdered because of the dog.”
“I think Nigel will be ill soon from the shock of the cold in England.”
“There was a tiny model pirate trapped in its left front paw.”
“I could report him for that.”
“It must be all the worry.”
“I made my mother a cup of tea without her asking.”
“You can’t please some people!”
“I have been up and down the stairs all day!”
“…the poached eggs escaped out of the pan and got all over me.”
“I nearly said something when I saw…”
“No wonder, I’m short for my age.”
“I’ve decided against medicine for a career.”
“It can come home in two days, worse luck.”
Substitute the underlined words in italics with the words from the text.
Public money should not be totally wasted in the name of road repairs.
Visitors are prohibited from feeding the animals.
He jumbled all the things up, but he didn’t care and kept running around.
Jack, whom I hadn’t seen for ages, appeared today.
She was expected to be ill with no strength to move.
He would definitely find himself in prison if he didn’t go to that brat camp.
Fire investigators will inspect the building thoroughly to determine how the fire started.
Her time was spent in vain with that customer. He didn’t buy anything.
Unemployment and poverty have risen to the top, especially in the east of the country.
She is fond of Rock music and doesn’t understand Pop.
That dream became a nightmare which you couldn’t escape from.
Our neighbor always has a row with his wife.
Companies should show respect for the sensitivities for their employees.
It is really disgusting when people are suffering from deprivation.
At first she permitted him to leave the house, but in a minute she changed her mind and put him under lock and key in his room.
She behaved as if she did not notice all the fuss around her.
He came home in an angry state of mind, uncertain about the future.
Fill in the table:
murder disgusting /
please 4540250125095Dwell upon the meaning of the following:
Make up a list of words from the text which deal with the topic MEDICINE and arrange them into columns:
to be __________
problems: to do: to look _________
Find the combinations with the given words in the text, use them in your own situations:
(January 11st – January 18th )Provide the words for the transcription given below translate the words:
/ˈkɔːdərɔɪ/ /stɪtʃ/ /bəːst/ /snʌf/ /bəːk/ /ˈspiːʃiːz/ /dreɪn/ /lɑːf/ /ˈprɛdʒʊdɪs/ /ˈmɪdʒɪt/ /ˈmʌŋɡr(ə)l/ /ˌfɛltˌtɪp ˈpɛn/ /əˈpriːʃɪeɪt/ /baʊnd/ /ˈkɒŋkriːt/ /ˈʃʌv(ə)l/ /ˈnʌrɪʃ/ /ˈbiːnəʊ/ /slæm/ Find words in the text that are synonyms to the following words:
put up with sb, bear sbunaccompanied by others, alonework extremely hardintelligent, quick-wittedvalue, respect,have a high opinion of
feed, provide forDwell upon the meaning of the following:
Malcolm Muggeridge ( “Never forget that only dead fish swim with the stream.”)
National Health Service