Meh, there's waaaaay too many embarrassing recollections unveiled in this episode, do I write that in every single one of these descriptions? This diary is obviously wall to wall embarrassing moments from 1989, but there's also an almost endless supply of other deeply embarrassing moments that weren't recorded in any diaries anywhere EVER. However, when I'm around my high school bestie Linda, we always trigger hectic memories for each other, and this time around it would seem my mood was set to over share. I apologise for all the tawdry details in advance, I also apologise for the audio, there's a technical moment where the podcast speeds up, I can't work out why that happened, I also can't work out how to fix it, hence why you get to enjoy the teeny high speed section within this episode at no extra cost. Coming up from within my diary, the countdown is on for my return to Adelaide for holidays, oh yay more time keeping, there’s also more eating to excess from this little plumper, the hills above Karratha are on fire, but that’s about all I’ll have to say about it, the pilots strike is starting to get biblical, and as you can guess, 1989 me is totes pissed off about it. There’s also a broken video recorder to deal with, a live show to see and the descriptions of my on air shifts covers everything from “unrefined crap” and “nothing to rave about” to “it went really well” and “I was happy with it”, so mostly shit but I still seem to be able to find enough redeeming qualities to still talk myself up, bless. So get ready for the usual senseless diarised drivel along with a healthy smattering of waaaaay too much information from me as well, again, I can only apologise.