Touch down in Karratha, it's January 8, 1989 and my teenage dream of having a career in radio is about to get underway. It’s my first week of a new job and a brand new life, I'm 19 years old and I’m about to find out my first shift on air starts IN JUST 3 DAYS and I've never been on air before (aside from reading scripts as part of the 15 week Vaughan Harvey Radio Course I attended in Adelaide in 1988, and a fully scripted hour of radio at the end of the course from a tiny radio station in Port Augusta called 5AU that I'll then use as my audition tape to secure this job). I’ve also gotta navigate a share house with all the other announcers, and this is the first time I’ve lived out of my parents home. Will I shit myself before my first shift? Can a mummy's boy make it on his lonesome? Also why would anyone in their right mind allow a teenager access to an open microphone and leave them ALONE in a radio station? What was radio like before the internet, mobile phones and social media, and how did I adjust to all of the things? We've got almost 365 days worth of diary entries to work our way through, find out how the first 7 days went as I read a weeks worth of entries, for the very first time in 30 plus years to my parents Anne and Graham.

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