I know there's only a few more weeks of diary entries left on this podcast, but I really do wish I could actually really travel back in time to 1989 and give the younger version of myself a good shaking and the heads up that everything I'm focussing on in this diary of mine is largely boring and there's so many moments when you could have made this whole thing way more engaging and entertaining. Sadly that's never going to happen, so here we are offering up more useless crap. Thankfully my bestie and former roomie Marie Anne, aka MAK, is back to help ridicule me and remind me over and over again of the moments where it seems so obvious I could go into detail, but clearly I decided not to. Coming up there's a sudden blackout to deal with while I'm on air, which means I better be bloody good at learning how to kickstart a generator in pitch black surrounds. I also get a tarot reading, but keep all its secrets and learnings to myself. I'll reluctantly chew my way through a rather hairy and very piggy smelling serving of roast pork, plus there’s outside broadcasts to do, a script to voice that I don’t even understand, and I invite some random guys visiting from Retravision Perth to a party at the radio station share house, because of course I do, such a little keeno, why the fuck do I do that?? Weirdly when the party finally arrives things get hectic, there’s a split lip to deal with, plus Dave and his girlfriend Avril get their drink on, break up and call off their engagement, thankfully I’m there so I can spend my time wondering how all of this will effect me, or if it will delay my holiday, so thoughtful and mature. So take a deep breath and join us as we wade through a stack of meh and the usual incompetence.