While recording this episode with my bestie Lisa (aka Boofie or even Bou-ffon-tee if you're feeling extra and wanna rock her full nickname) we came across an entry where teenage me happened to record a glowing memory of a lunch at the Karratha Tavern where I shoved a Chicken Kiev into my mouth hole that was filled with garlic prawns AND had them on top too. Anyway Lisa dropped a casual "aaawww good old Chicken Kevin" and obviously I was totes in love with that renaming so we overworked it throughout the rest of our chat. Once we were done recording Lisa suggested the name Chicken Kevin had to be used in the episode title, and because I'm obsessed with trying to name each episode after a famous movie title, I naturally had to force it into my choice, hence the name of this episode. Aside from us joking about the name of Chicken Kievs, there's also an entire weeks worth of stupidly early wake ups for various reasons, most of them rudely delivered. I spend up big at the stupid-market, and the shopping continues throughout the week, there's also media parties for me to ignore, apparently they were dead to me, so I actually refused to go, who even does that? There’s also way too many domestic duties to do, a bunch of bitching to be had, plus guilt forces me to do favours for friends, which naturally backfires. There's also a Country Road suit that gets ruined by Australia Post, and I attend a BMX presentation that I decide to shit all over, mostly because I’m clearly easily bored. So settle in for a full feeding of my usual this and that and no actual details or information that you'd naturally expect me to offer up...so everything is standard. 

<p>While recording this episode with my bestie Lisa (aka Boofie or even Bou-ffon-tee if you're feeling extra and wanna rock her full nickname) we came across an entry where teenage me happened to record a glowing memory of a lunch at the Karratha Tavern where I shoved a Chicken Kiev into my mouth hole that was filled with garlic prawns AND had them on top too. Anyway Lisa dropped a casual "aaawww good old Chicken Kevin" and obviously I was totes in love with that renaming so we overworked it throughout the rest of our chat. Once we were done recording Lisa suggested the name Chicken Kevin had to be used in the episode title, and because I'm obsessed with trying to name each episode after a famous movie title, I naturally had to force it into my choice, hence the name of this episode. Aside from us joking about the name of Chicken Kievs, there's also an entire weeks worth of stupidly early wake ups for various reasons, most of them rudely delivered. I spend up big at the stupid-market, and the shopping continues throughout the week, there's also media parties for me to ignore, apparently they were dead to me, so I actually refused to go, who even does that? There&rsquo;s also way too many domestic duties to do, a bunch of bitching to be had, plus guilt forces me to do favours for friends, which naturally backfires. There's also a Country Road suit that gets ruined by Australia Post, and I attend a BMX presentation that I decide to shit all over, mostly because I&rsquo;m clearly easily bored. So settle in for a full feeding of my usual this and that and no actual details or information that you'd naturally expect me to offer up...so everything is standard.&nbsp;</p>

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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