My former high school bestie Linda is back, although I'm not entirely sure she was happy about that, especially once she realised that there's no actual fiction around the poop that I allude to in the title of this episode. It would seem that teenage me decided to forgo my usual habit of skimming the surface and boring the reader with a myriad of time records and not very engaging facts, by dropping way too many facts about my bowel movements in this week's entries. So I apologise for that up front, although Linda and I did come to the conclusion that it is actually a very busy week for diary content, so at least you can't accuse 19 year old me of being boring...this week. Of course this isn't the first time I've filled the pages of this diary with detailed recollections of my bowel movements (Episode 4 with my bestie Yvie can attest to that) but it would seem I was the victim of food poisoning during my 24th week of radio life and for whatever reason teenage me wants you to know all about it. Probably the most fascinating thing about all of the above for me now though, is the fact that 19 year old me ACTUALLY MANAGED TO SPELL DIARRHOEA CORRECTLY! Obviously there's a number of ways to spell that word, but considering how many times I haven't spelt things correctly in my teenage diary, I'm writing this off as a major achievement, which, now that I think about it, is deeply sad, but I'm still pretty stoked about it none the less. Also in this episode, teenage me will be bored, I’ll also go on to deliver a ‘fucken terrible’ on air shift, attend a number of farewells for someone I don’t even remember now, plus I witness a male stripper, get trashed on B52’s and Vodka Oranges, and Linda and I reminisce on the 80's obsessions of shoulder pads and perms for women AND men. So don't be too terrified of the tricky tummy tales, because there's so much more besides just that to enjoy within this episode I promise.