Talkback gene now mature
I'm now quite happily into my thirties. Great. Gradually though, I have been developing (and finding it harder to resist) a desire to call in to talk back radio.
Believe me I've always enjoyed listening to radio. Mind you though, it's only been in the last few years that I've been happy to listen to full-on talk back radio. I mean seriously, only the nerdiest of kids listen to John Faine.
What's up with this? I'm finding it hard to control the urge to pick up the phone and call the radio station. Am I lonely? Do I just want someone to talk to?
No.
Am I senile, crazed, delusional; do I just want to have a rant?
No. I now have a weblog for that. Yay.
I guess it's only a few more years before the Bingo gene kicks in and I'll be down at the local town hall, cigarette in hand, half a lamington stuck to my face, pants soiled, waiting for my numbers to line up.
19 November 2004
Don't forget the Bowls Club gene.