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.

<div>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.</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

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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...

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