'I take up my pen once again to record a momentous time in the affairs of men (and, thank Christ, because this is intended to be a secret diary I am not compelled by the sexual discrimination laws to add "and women").'
So begins the latest volume of Adrian Mole's diary. It is 1 May 1997. Now a celebrity chef at Hoi Polloi restaurant, Soho (and still an unpublished novelist), Mole has returned to the Midlands to cast his vote for the ravishing and Chanel-suited Labour Party candidate, Dr Pandora Braithwaite, the love of his young life. Back in Leicester, everyone in the Mole household expects Tony Blair's election to bring them wealth, fulfilment and personal happiness. For 17 Wisteria Avenue is a seething mass of late twentieth-century angst. A searing, hilarious return for one of England's greatest diarists and, by his own admission, greatest undiscovered literary talents. Be there at the start of Blair's Britain, seen through the eyes of A. A. Mole.
