So we're back with another week's worth of my relentlessly yawn-arrific diary entries to wade through and this time around I've invited my bestie and former ONE and ONLY ACTUAL girlfriend Trish to join me (Trish the Dish, who I dumped soon after she tried to snog me, I'm pretty sure the fact she knew I was actually gay, well before I was willing to accept and own it, was another reason I called an end to us dating hehe). Thankfully, me finally coming out, plus our mutual love of 'The Princess Bride' book and movie, meant that our relationship and friendship only strengthened, hence why our title alludes to me being the closeted Princess that was lying about myself to Trish. Coming up in this episode my diary entries cover everything from me wasting maximum 80’s coin making back to back long distance phone calls, to pretending I actually like basketball, in fact I actually go so far as to wish I had an Adelaide 36'ers top to seal the deal and flaunt all over Karratha, ummm vomit. Speaking of vommy, I also get asked to panel Richie’s breakfast show, while he broadcasts live from the BP Service Station, but I end up getting sent home with vomiting and diarrhoea. I know, it seems to be a regular occurrence, but I promise that I give almost zero info about my butt movements this time around, also could teenage me just wash his friggen hands and stop eating floor food on the regular? Seriously.