Ever since I started this podcast, I've been mad keen to get my bestie and former co-worker Maria (aka The Empress, aka Killer, you'll learn the story behind BOTH those nicknames in this episode) to appear on it. She's a busy lady who doesn't suffer fools and isn't afraid to tell it like it is, having her working behind the scenes at 96fm in Perth was an actual blessing. So when it came time to record this episode, Empy was in the midst of celebrating her birthday around a hotel pool with friends, so I was stoked when she agreed to endure a weeks worth of my diary entries in between cocktail soaked lounge hangs and room service deliveries. She's got stories to tell, opinions to give, and questions to ask, she also hasn't had a chance to listen to ANY episodes of this podcast, so she's diving into this completely clueless about what she's about to experience. Together we'll look back at a week in 1989 where my Mumma revealed she wasn't a fan of us getting a home phone in the radio station share house, I get rid of my kitten Ziggy, and the new radio announcer Dave and I are keen to do a radio show together, but will Richie let us? I also insert more pretend heterosexual content about how I can’t wait to get married and become a dad, so delusional. I get the smallest share house electricity bill that we’ve ever seen since I arrived in Karratha and there’s a bunch of brand new JagMen shirts for me to flaunt, once I get them off lay-by of course. So settle in for a glorious ride through some meandering diary entries and a stack of sass from the Empress, it's a lovely ride.