My Mum's Bad Diaries
You're invited to eavesdrop as a mother reads out her teenage diaries to her daughter. Funny, candid, poignant and brave, this podcast is both living memoir and an investigation into what makes (and breaks) a woman. No scripts, no prep; just 40-year-old (diary) gold being unearthed. Even Jenny doesn't know what's going to come up as she lays bare her inner teen world to her daughter Lilika. Their motto is 'we go there', so what could possibly go wrong?
My Mum's Bad Diaries
Wunderbar Part 2 (Vol.6, 1983)
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And we're back, straight into the reading with part 2 to Wunderbar.
Mum is seeing a lot of Patrick; there's kebabs, hot dogs, Maccas and Pizza Hut, and we remark on how our girl eating (and going to Golden Bowl) goes out the window when there's a boy on the scene.
In this episode mum manages to lock her keys in the car TWICE and gets them out herself with a coathanger. Did you know it can get pushed in between the rubber around the door and the window and then down inside to the door knob? It can! Or rather it could, maybe not these days.
It's Halloween and in addition to getting a free bottle of champagne' at Taco Bills (mum's latest food obsession) there's a thrush alert. There's also the return of the thick hymen talk... sorry, we seem to be back in Season 1 territory.
There's the Melbourne Cup and 11 bottles of 'champagne' in the Botanic Gardens, in the sun. Mum is confused by the sitch with Patrick, it's less than 3 weeks and he's saying 'I bleep you'. She's full of self doubts and wondering what love it, ah that eternal question. She can't sleep properly when with him -- the breathing -- but she keeps on with her life; working at the Palais (St Kevin's Valedictory Ball, a Tattooists Ball in the Stardust Room), and she's reading Patrick recos: still on the Jim Morrison bio, and then moves on to... yep, you guessed it: The Beatles.
And then there are all these notes in the back of mum's diary: notes from Patrick and they make me cry. They are sweet and romantic and they make me sad. When did we stop writing love notes to each other, it's a tragic loss.
Finally, mum hasn't seen or heard from P for two days and she's yearning, ah it's love! There's no feeling like it.
As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit.
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