Why should I t publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see--because I do t happen to be a 'Somebody'--why my diary should t be interesting. My only regret is that I did t commence it when I was a youth. So Charles Pooter of The Laurels, Brickfield Terrace Holloway, commences his journal. A somewhat stuffy but very human senior clerk in an undescribed business, Pooter likes thing better than to putter around his suburban home -- perhaps because of his ability to make high drama of trivial circumstances, and get himself into humiliating (and often very humorous) situations in front of other people.