The last time my former radio co-workers and besties Jessica and Taris joined me for this podcast was episode thirty eight. Together they had to endure teenage me trying to jazz up my diary entries by adopting ridiculous written accents and pretending I was a Russian spy, an LA surfer dude and even a variety of animals. It was deeply ridiculous and totes embarrassing, but that seems to be a recurring theme of this entire diary, so expect more of that in this episode. We also talk how little we were paid during our radio careers, delve into more Apricot Chicken chat and reminisce about the drugs we sampled in the 90's, it's a bumper issue. Inside the diary I apparently unearth an empty beer can dumping site...really close to home. My radio roomie Dave and his girlfriend Avril recover from their party blowout and start patching things up, but that doesn't stop me from going to town and recording my thoughts and feels about seeing my very first angry drunk dude. Unsurprisingly I’m judgemental as fuck, so huzzah for reliving my brutal 20 year old honesty. It’s also my final week before I fly home to Adelaide, or do I bus, or do I do a bit of both? You'll have to wait until the next episode for the answer to that one, but before I depart my boss Neville calls me into his office for a talking to, plus here’s carpet glue to sniff, sore backs to deal with and I forgot to organise my holiday pay, idiot...but also standard really. You'll also get an abundance of time keeping, more diary entries written at stupid o'clock in the morning and a liberal sprinkling of bitching and moaning as we've all come to expect from teenage me, so plug your headphones in or turn up the volume on your speakers and dive in to the banality at your earliest convenience.

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