Reading entries from a diary I kept in 1989, is just like having an analog Time Machine, so it's almost exactly like what Doc and Marty went through in Back To The Future, but without the risk of sourcing plutonium from Libyan terrorists, or the expensive time travelling DeLorean, or anything else that happened in that movie. However my parents are way cooler than Marty's ever were, even though he managed to fix their future and make them wealthier and cooler. Anyway, now that we've established that, it's clear to me that Anne and Graham (Grannie Annie and Popeye as they are now referenced by my nieces and nephews) are without a doubt my original besties, so it just made sense to invite them to help me with this podcast by having them appear on Episode One. They were there to witness me fall in love with radio, they helped finance my 15 week radio course, and they were at the airport to farewell me back in 1989 to kickstart my journey to becoming a proper radio announcer. The response I've gotten from their appearance in Episode One has been overwhelmingly positive, so it figures I would try and get them to appear on another episode with me. Thankfully this time it didn't take 15 to 20 minutes to get them assembled and focussed before we could record, they're clearly getting skilled at this. They're also not afraid to take the piss out of me, after all, I had to learn it from somewhere right? Coming up in this episode, they'll scoff at my teenage commitment to a new diet, mostly because it's not very diet-y at all, and my mother clearly wishes I was still on some kind of diet. There’s also diary entries about a big radio announcers meeting for me to attend, my Mum has to relive a moment when she'd had a crappy day and tried to hide how upset she was from me. I also find out I share the same birthday with one of my co-workers and totally flip out, my pay packets continue to be disappointing, which is all my Dad needs to have a subtle dig at the crappy salaries I've had to endure over 30 years of radio employment. I also get a huge serve from my mother when she flags just how up myself my dairy entries make me sound, it's absolutely hilarious and not soul destroying at all hehe. So press play and pretend the Flux Capacitor is effortlessly sending you back to the sweaty hell of my teenage bedroom in Karratha, as I toil over another weeks worth of dairy entires, just for us to mock and ridicule here in present day wherever you are right now.

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