I have loved Sue Townsend with my whole heart since I heard her describe the first day after she'd got a big cheque for Adrian Mole; she bought a fur coat and went into town, and went to a fancy restaurant there; she looked in through the glass to see if anyone she knew was there. An aged, suffering homeless man was staring in. He turned to her and said "Eee, lass, it's not for the like of you and me", and hobbled away.