If there's one thing this diary has been delivering in abundance, its proof of my teenage obsession with filling every page of it with endless time keeping of the most mundane and boring of things. It's like I'm a scientist employed specifically to study the most arrogant and self absorbed lab rat EVER delivered to the laboratory. Surprisingly, this weeks worth of diary entries actually delivers way more detail than regular listeners of this podcast would expect. There's frustration and anger to express, sassy attitudes to record, cold shoulders to deliver and my life might even be in danger, or maybe my roomie is just really forgetful. My bestie Natalie (who sold me abundant Jag Men clothing and Fossil watches at a store in Karratha called Om Bazaar back in 1989) returns to help me work through diary entries detailing everything from Cyndy banging on my door early in the morning to invite me to the fair, I get to interview more fishermen, lose the keys to Jan's house while she's away in Perth, and I'm meant to be feeding her cats, and go to something called a Fenacle Fanny, I know, what the actual what? I also broadcast live from the Roebourne Races, book a flight home for the holidays and gets roped into a 12 hour work day, which leaves the 20 year old version of me being totes not happy with my boss Neville, and apparently I’m not afraid to show it, which will actually lead to me having to endure a chat about my attitude problem. There's also the realisation that whilst I may have been presenting as a straight guy in my day to day life back in 1989, the way I was filling out my diary entries were certainly VERY camp, plus Natalie accuses me of being on drugs, so there's a lot to work through once again.

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