It's been 10 years since I left the dingy hallways of High School . If someone back then had told me that, in 10 years, I would be working for myself, have a couple of degrees, be doing work that none of my teachers knew existed, write down most of my thoughts online (instead of in a journal) and be 702's next talk-show host ... what?! splutter? cough! choke?!

Okay, well not quite. But I would sure as hell have been floored by the notion that I'd even be listening to 702 on a daily basis. 702? Oh yes, that dodgy radio station my parents insisted on listening to while I was in the car. The same station that skimped on marketing budgets and got their hosts to read out every add instead of paying snazzy professionals to do so. The same station that did not play (much) music! Aaargh! Now, as the years have had their toll on my maturity and discerning ear, 702 Talk Radio is my preferred station. 10 years back I would have spat on the ground and called him heathen for uttering such trash!

But wait, maybe quite! The aforementioned station is now on the look-out for bright, upstart talent and I'm backing myself for such a role. It's the next evolution in my passion for conversations. Who knows, perhaps I'll be the next culprit for a whole generation of kids resenting their parents for listening to talk radio in the car on the way to, and way back, from school? Or, perhaps I'll be the next John Robbie ...