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The Breakfast Radio Diaries 059: People are strange and psychotic aliens

' Thanks for the laughs this week Al, enjoy your weekend.'

-Text from Will the truck driver to the studio.

Thanks Will, I certainly will after that message!


I JUST DON'T GET SOME PEOPLE

Look I won't bore you with the intricate mechanical details here, suffice to say that when I arrived at the car park behind work this morning I needed to check something was working on the Slowbaru's engine (it wasn't, no surprise there). It was 5:20 am and out of a potential few hundred spots to fill, there were just a handful of cars that had arrived before me. 

Free spots a plenty, sooooo many free spots right there for the taking.

Why oh why then did the captain arrogance (didn't catch his actual name) decide that of all the hundreds of free unoccupied spots available, he had to park next to me? Reverse park too and because I had my door open at the time while checking the engine, I had to quickly rush over and close it before he could finish parking. 
Which he did, not saying a word as he got out of his oversized 4WD to go and flex at the nearest fitness hall of mirrors or whatever he was up that early in the morning. No thanks, no 'Something wrong with your car buddy?' just a well I better park right next to this poor idiot because that would be really annoying wouldn't it? Boy howdy wasn't it. 

I hope he trips over his next dead lift, I really do. Idiot.



IT'S FRIDAY AGAIN AND THE COFFEE IS STRONG

Possibly a touch on the too strong side actually because when I hit hour 3 of 3, I began to feel like I was running a couple more cylinders than I actually had. Which is impressive given it was a solo show (Lu back Monday) and at the end of the week I barely have enough energy to write a lengthy text message. 
Of course backing that up with another bucket of the brown stuff probably didn't help straight after the show - by the time I'd walked out of work I was ready for both bed and running the Paris to Darkar rally on foot at exactly the same time. 
I'd talked about local footy fundraisers, almost gave away $1000, celebrated the 80's and learnt what's on across the Border - Time to take a quick breath, watch some junk on the couch, try not to stress about the latest issue with the Slowbaru and ease into the weekend. 

No wait, I've got my son's assembly first!



WE STRIVE, SOMETHING SOMETHING, LEARNING FUN! - school song

Given it's a primary school, there's certain things you expect as a parent invited to something like this: 

a) There's always a kid on stage who couldn't sit still even if you glued him in place. 

b) When up on the microphone podium, more than one kid will attempt to break the land speed record with just their voice. EG: Whenuponthemicrophonepodiummorethanonekidwillattempttobreakthelandspeedrecordwiththeirvoice.Andnowhere'stheprincipalwithhernotesallstandthankyou. 

However the fact that they're willing to get up there to speak to a room full of students and parents is very commendable. I remember being utterly terrified when I was in their shoes during my own heady primary school days so well done them.
(Although after 20 and a bit years in radio, hopefully I've got the hang of it by now..)

Ever the self critic, Jackson did not enjoy his brief moment of mic time at all but I was rather proud to watch him remember to speak up, breath and let it flow. He's getting better with every performance.
I was also quite impressed by a couple of students and their stories about alien invasions. God only knows why this wasn't a writing topic when I was in school but more than one student relayed tales on stage this afternoon about jumping aliens, being scared witless and 'Psychotic behaviour.' 

I doubt I'm the only parent who believes school assemblies can be improved to no end with amazing tales shared like these ones were. 
Oh and maybe a BBQ. 


I GOT MY MOMENT OF PEACE SHORTLY AFTER THAT

Actually it was better than that, a lovely cup of fruit tea outside Nan Nina's here in Albury. The sun was out, my wife was looking radiant, we had nowhere to be for a time so we could just talk over a meal - ahh pure bliss and a great calm down after a busy solo week and caffeine spike from earlier. What an awesome cafe!


Then we came home and tried to get into Mike Myer's latest Netflix effort, the Pentaverate. 
Yeah I'm not sure what to make of this one - it's certainly no Hustle. 

See you Monday!

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