SIDE CHAT (mr bali - the denouement)

Hello and welcome to part 1 of this mega recording, which has spawned two episodes plus multiple side chats lol.We start by chatting about my 30th birthday and where I am in the world, and we get a brief catch up with all things mum: her next novel, her knee, her recent trips to shops including purchasing a TUPAC t-shirt you heard that right.Then it's on to the reading and we are back in early 1984 woo hoo, and Mum moves into a place with Patrick. That's pretty quick, I say and wonder if anyone said as much to mum all those years ago. And there's trouble in paradise with mum making tuna casserole and P seeming a little too invested in whether her friend comes over or not. So much so that he GOES TO COLLECT HER.Of course we have our (my) usual rants; about men, relationships and WHY IS IT SO HARD???!!! Meanwhile back in 1984 mum goes to the all-night drive-in, does a crossword, talks about helping at a stock take at P's workplace, considers factory work (!!!), goes to Inverloch, thinks about becoming a writer (AGAIN), makes chirpy in love entries in her diary and then slides into paranoia, suspicion and misery. Ah the joys of first love.Part 1 finishes with a treatise on love and a bad poem.Enjoy!As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit.Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!

welcome to part 2 of the mr bali side chat which we've had sitting in drafts for ages, since recording it november last year. long-time listeners will know that there was a boy in bali last year and this is the ending of that. we've waited for it totally to blow over and fade into the distance, but figure some people may be interested in the discussion around relationships, situationships, intense connections and what happens when it all falls apart. here is the ending after it all fell apart.we talk mr bali, relationships more generally, life stages, expectations, the taxi cab theory, the engagement ring theory and how things feel when it doesn't work out.As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit.Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!

this is a short side chat we recorded back on 20 October last year while i was in a romantic whirlwind. facetiming for hours each night, dreaming of the future.as it turns out it didn't turn out. this is part 1 of mr bali...As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit.Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!

Welcome to our next episode, it's a biggie and I'm patching in from old London-town, plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. Mum recorded a note at the beginning, about the editing approach for this one and about how she contacted her ex to check in about the project.We open up with me patching in from London, and mum talks about her morning routine (5 hours??). We tried recording this ep the night before but mum was too tired and 2 glasses of wine didn't help. So we're trying again. I had a bad night sleeo the night before, the Brits are just not prepared for the heat, there's no 'heat education'. We have a knee update and quick chat about House of Stassi, then it's on to the reading.Mum's helping a friend with a college application. She buys a Stuart Membery dress for $85 which is pretty steep for 1983; all that Palais cash she's earning now. There is a note from Patrick, and mum says now she doesn't know why he liked her so much. There's food: Topolinos, nachos x 1 and souvlaki at somewhere called Twins in Lygon St. Some SCV folders at Leader and then Stalactites for dinner. Mum has her period and doesn't really want to go, but Patrick insists. Turns out there's a surprise party for her, lots of her friends are there.She's still working on her folio for the photography interview at RMIT, and when the interview happens is told it's unlikely she'll get in. Mum moves onto Plan B. Granddad buys 18 pregnant cows and mum reads the agnotes. Her journal entries are getting slack, she's missing too many days and trying to backfill them in. There's a $30 parking fine, an RACV function in the Stardust Room, and a birthday dinner with Nanny and Pop-Pop at Topo Gigio's -- at first we think it's in St Kilda but Google tells us it was in Toorak. That makes more sense!Meals x 2 at La Surcouf, the French restaurant in Camberwell, and one night mum's eating spaghetti bolognaise at 2AM, such young digestion! Also, thrush rears it's head... and so it begins. Mum and Patrick are doing Christmas together -- lunch at her aunt's and dinner at his relatives. It's a lot. We spend a bit of time talking about why mum is doing P's Christmas shopping. Christmas Eve they go to the Prince of Wales, decide not to go in because of a $7 cover charge and leaving, mum falls down the steps and stuffs BOTH ankles and Patrick has to carry her to the car. We finish with another note, 'superb' as mum calls it.So many notes. I'm a bit jealous. Maybe my husband will write me notes but to be honest I find it hard to imagine.As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit. Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!

We're straight into the reading and it's a short ep this time around! Sorry but we were pressed for time and needed to just get it DONE.Mum has her waitressing gig at the Palais and then goes shopping at Swan St, Richmond. She's developing photos for her folio, so I'm glad she hasn't just ditched that idea (after the robbery I'd understand!)Mum talks about gran's 'yummy dinners' and we talk about meal anxiety these days, and mum tells me she and Mario are going to make their own sausages soon. He got the skins and she has the mincing equipment. Just need to do it!One diary entry has 'a very interesting and NOVEL day' and mum then proceeds to relate how she lost her (new) camera. She doesn't write it in the diary but is 100% sure she put it on top of the car and drove off... There's more nachos + margs and sleeping with boys (I mean sleeping in the same bed, and how hard she finds it with another body in the bed).We talk about the importance of giving and receiving cards (is it a dying artform, like leaving notes for people?), then it's on to hymens. A No Nonsense mention then a bit of trouble in paradise with some emotions coming up between mum and P. And finally after a late night seeing the Allniters in Armadale, mum goes home and 'eats the legs off [granddad's] lobster' and watches the end of a Bronte doco. What a life was had back in 1983!As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit. Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!

Is it possible to spend a whole 20 mins chatting about MESS? We say yes, absolutely. We open up by talking about the problem of 'stuff' and our ongoing inability to find specific 'stuff' in the mess. I'm on the melatonin hunt (a big jar of gummies has gone missing) because I'm off to Europe and need them for the plane! I also can't find half of my travel stuff. Mum suggests it might be in one of my top cupboards at home: I'm happy to report yes it was!And this episode, I find out we have 10,000 downloads which is pretty exciting, despite me always wanting to rationalise that they aren't full episode listens, but anyway...We start the reading and mum is at Inverloch with friends, and getting used to having a man's body in her vicinity. There's a 7-11 hunt for, specifically, noddles and/or Mac'n'Cheese. A trip to Richmond Family Planning Clinic -- for thrush meds and the pill -- and a 3-bedroom house in Glen Iris for $45 a week. Crazy talk.Slowly things are progressing with pain and blood. So medieval. Mum develops a cold, she waiting for a cheque for $100, still reading Agatha Christie, and that's the episode. This is part 1 of the reading. Enjoy!As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit.Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!

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. Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!

This is Part 1 of a mega recording sesh. First we have an old person catch up (all things health including mum's knee and her new laser acupuncture appointments) and then it's into the reading. We're back to aerobics and something called 'lurex' in terms of exercise wear. Fom the internet: 'Lurex® is the registered trademark name for a type of yarn or woven fabric that incorporates metallic fibers. It is typically made by vaporizing a layer of metal (like aluminum, silver, or gold) onto synthetic plastic films, which are then cut into ultra-thin threads.' Well that sounds scary.Mum's reading throug a VUAC book (listing the uni courses, we think it stands for Victorian University (we get that bit right and then go off piste), it's Admissions Committee, not whatever we say. She wants to apply for a few courses including photography and journalism. Not letting a little thing like the theft of her Canon keeping her down for long!Along with all that she's still working at Leader and keeping irregular hours. She buys the Superlash mascara. Patrick rings and she writes 'he was a cutie'. WOAH.There's more nachos (naturellement, mon ami), then a visit to Patrick's place and in the notes here: 'Music sting' haha. They're leaving notes for each other all over the place it seems, including on cars. I tell mum about the 'fixing spray' trick in dating but it seems like 1983 mum doesn't need my tips: there's the delivery of a single red rose and a card saying TIME IS FREE. A first date, to Apocalypse Now (such a boy movie, I try not to chortle) and the reading of a book 'Patrick lent me' : a Jim Morrison bio.What fascinates me is the almost immediate integration of family and friends. Like there's no waiting for months, no real 'dating' as we think of it now. Just lots of kebabs and beer takeaways and driving around. But it's cute!Listen in a fortnight for Part 2 where it gets really interesting! It's romantic! I cry!ENJOY.As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit. Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!

We start recording while I'm out back sunning myself and mum is in studio, she understands how I like to multitask. We talk about health stuff then Summer House, and then it's onto the reading! October 1983 and mum is still picking up SCV folders and driving them around, is reading a Jackie Collins novel while being a little nervous about sleeping in the house by herself, after the robberies. She's sleeping with her 'trusty Stay-sharp knife', a classic '80s product it sounds like. Watching All The Rivers Run on tv, keeping the ongoing irregular hours, writing about Richard Gere in her diary: this is the day-to-day life of my mum.There's the new job too at the Palais in St Kilda. The ESSO annual ball (good tippers); the KFC annual ball (shit tippers) and then a long section of writing where mum ponders what she wants to mean to the world. There's a new plan: to live in Hollywood for a few months (thanks Jackie Collins!) and then a literary dinner at the Palais.Finally a day in mid-October that she describes as 'exciting, traumatic, hectic and fun'. A dinner with granddad that goes awry and involves an argument and tears, a party in Kew where mum loses her purse and 'meets a boy' (PATRICK!). Driving around Melbourne in the rain picking up Liz from a party, dropping her at Ashburton and then running into granddad, driving him home to Camberwell and then back to the party, all with Patrick along for the ride! Mum finds her purse! They go to Patrick's for 'coffee' and it really is coffee, they don't even kiss.Then the next day mum is feeling sick and thinking about Jay and I wonder how much of an impression Patrick even made???Listen in to hear how things go. We have entered the Patrick era.As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit.Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!

We're straight out of the gate into the reading, back in September 1983, as this is part 2 of our mega-recording sesh.Mum has a sore throat and is feeling 'rotten' so no Golden Bowl, is doped up on Sudafed and something called 'Disprin' but thinking about her photography folio for RMIT and raking in the cashola from Leader: $160 in folding this week!Her nights are spent watching shows like 'I want to be a nun' and wondering whether granddad is, he's out late and sometimes doesn't home! And the Melbourne Show is on, and mum takes herself off with her camera to take pics for the folio, but ends up only taking ONE. She thinks now, from her 2026 viewpoint, that she was probably lacking in confidence, but then granddad gives her her money. Is this the $800 he owed her? The diary does not say.Mum manages to get a job at the Palais -- she turns up thinking it's an interview but he tells her to get changed and start on the floor. She does drinks waitressing and gets $4 in tips and then promptly loses $2.We talk about Buffy as a name and can't think what proper name it's a diminutive for, but we googled since recording: ELIZABETH.During this episode mum goes to see Sydney ska band Allniters twice (once at somewhere called the 'Prozzie Hill' and the other at The Prince Of Wales, I know that place!! And there a 'cute guy' asks mum to a party in Fitzroy but she doesn't go, there's that lack of confidence again.Hawthorn beats Essendon in the Grand Final, mum goes to Inflation and the America's Cup start is postponed. There are vol-au-vents for lunch (!!!) and 1 x oysters kilpatrick and 1 x spaghetti marinara, not all together.Cat Sid gets sick and mum makes a note to buy 'Yardley black eyeliner (soft)'. We talk about the history of eyeliner in some detail, from the ancient Egyptian times to Amy Winehouse, mum tells me about a show called Return to Eden, we discuss our questionable work ethic, and then Australia wins the America's Cup and mum's work (Leader) bring out the champers at 11AM. Wild.The F-Plan diet appears again, and mum is really happy to tape the end of a song on the radio. Then the house is broken into, and mum's camera is stolen. Two days later the house is broken into again and while mum deals with CIB cops, Sid is diagnosed with cat flu. Must have been all the outdoor prowling he was doing.Poor Sid! Poor mum! Dramatic times!As always, listen to experience: cringe, giggles and some real-life shit.Follow us on Insta @mumsbaddiaries and thanks for listening!We'd love to read your comments or questions! Send us a text!