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. 

<div>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. </div>

My name is Benjamin Wasley, you may remember me from my work as Giggling Ben on Hamish and Andy, or even Bad Boy Ben with the Vixen back in the 90's, but way before any of that, when I was 19, I moved from the seclusion of my bedroom at my parents house in Adelaide, all the way to the isolated Western Australian mining town of Karratha, to start work as a radio announcer for the very first time at a little radio station called 6KA. My Godmother gave me a diary to record every momentous occasion and now, 30+ years later, I'm going to find out how weird, arrogant, lame, self absorbed and closeted the teenage version of me was. To hold my hand while we revisit the end of the 80's and work our way through 365 days worth of embarrassing diary entries, I'll be joined by the people who've know me the longest, so we can have a giggle at the teenage version of me, and compare it with who I am now, and also revisit the world as it was at the end of the 80's, compared to how we're living right now.

Inside the Diary of a (Wannabe) Radio Announcer

19 in 89

Meh, there's waaaaay too many embarrassing recollections unveiled in this episode, do I write that in every single one of these...

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