I think I would have been around fifteen when I decided that one day I’d become a Disc Jockey at a radio station somewhere.
One of the reasons that I wanted to get into radio, was to meet people who I knew from this side of the speaker or screen, a quick talk would be one thing, but a possible lasting friendship would be another, how cool would that be?
As you may know, I didn’t quite reach my goal, and many times I’ve said that it was my declining health which prevented me from going further, and while there’s some truth in that, I think I had another reason for dropping out.
I loved my family.
You see, new radio announcers generally don’t get their start in the city, which is where I live, but way out in “The Mulga” somewhere.
For those overseas, When an Aussie mentions The Mulga, or a place Beyond the black stump, We mean it’s far away, to put it mildly.
For me, a Melburnian, there would have been a good chance that I would have been posted off to Western Australia, Somewhere North of Perth. Several of my radio school classmates headed in that direction.
And I always knew it was on the cards, but somewhere inside I had this nagging doubt that I was any good, I got a volunteer job on a community station in Melton, Which was about an hours travel by train and bus. I was happy to work there, do my twice weekly show, write, produce and edit reels and reels of tape.
Somehow I never really considered that I’d go any further, I wasn’t being paid, but I was happy and I could go home when it was over.
Then someone at the station dropped the word that there was a scout at the station, the kind who looks for potential talent, and I was supposedly on his or her list.
This was exciting, but also frightening… I realised that I may soon have a full-time, paid job… but where?
It was the question of where which got the better of me, I gave up radio soon after.
The thing I wanted most, was to be with my family.
So here I am at home, years later, and the strangest thing is that I’m meeting people via twitter, and sometimes, in real life too. People who I never thought I’d meet in my life, and I love it.
But there’s a tinge of sadness that comes with it.
The person who understood me the most, was Mum, and I know if She had still been here that She would have loved to hear of the People I’ve met and spoken with.
Stephen Tobolowsky, Who has a depth to him which I would never have known about otherwise, Julian Clary a quiet soul who adores his garden, Boy George who seems to be rocketing off at an incredible pace to anywhere on the face of the planet, which I doubt I could have matched even at fifteen.
My Daily exchanges with Carol Duncan and Helen Tzarimas which I cherish, and this insanely long list of names who decided to follow me, famous or not, it hardly matters, it’s astonishing.
These wonderful people help to keep me going, and I am truly thankful for that.
I want to run to Mum and say “You’ll never guess who I met today”, But She’s not here.
Yes I can tell others, but it’s not the same, My parents “got me” it took them a long time, but they eventually did. They knew what I liked and who I liked and I’m sure they would have been impressed that I was finally getting to know people, like I always wanted to do.
While that career in radio passed me by, time with my Family did not, and I have no regrets.