First memory of triple j:
My older sisters hijacking the family car radio and putting triple j on when I was about 12. I loved the cheekiness of the presenters and the raucous music. It didn’t quite sound the same as the polite pop that most of my schoolmates were listening too.

First appearance on triple j:
Ringing Tim Ritchie’s Friday night talkback show when I was 15. My parents had gone away and we had a party. Part of the party entertainment was me drinking a few twist tops and ringing up triple j. I continued the practice of drinking and ringing up talkback shows into my mid 20s. Believe me, it beats watching Rage when you come home at 3am.

Worst triple j moment:
Drinking my own piss for a story on urine therapy. It might’ve sounded funny on the radio, but it tasted worse than a stein full of Stanley.

Strangest triple j moment:
Seeing porn at John Howard’s 2001 election night party. It was only brief, but it was memorable. I was working that night as a reporter. There was a huge screen set up in the ballroom so they could watch the election results come in. Someone changed the channel and the Wentworth Hotel in-house porn channel kicked in. I can’t confirm or deny whether John or Janette had a peek.

Favourite interview:
Larry Adler – legendary American harmonica player. He was 87 when I interviewed him. He was a brilliant musician, a great wit and a man of principle. In the 1950s he was asked to appear before the UnAmerican Activities Committee. He told them to go to hell. It destroyed his career. He moved to England and refused to live in his home country ever again. I’m a sucker for someone who stands up for what they believe in.

Worst interview:
Thankfully I don’t have to interview rock stars so I don’t have any Lou Reed moments. Though, I have on a couple occasions got a guest’s name wrong. That’s always a great way to start an interview.

Career ambitions:
To become Alan Jones’s butler. Yes, he has one.