The first time was when I was about 9 or 10 and my cousin and I were staying at our grandma's house and we spent days playing with a tape recorder and two blank tapes. We took turns interviewing each other.
Not as Heather and K though.
Nope. I can't remember all the characters we took on for the interview but I do remember that two of them were Queen Elizabeth and God. (That choice belies our small-l-liberal upbringing, I wish I could remember who else we did!)
Anyway, the interviews were longwinded and hilariously deadpan. I have long since lost my copy of the tape. I'll have to see if my cousin still has hers.
The second time I was interviewed was just a couple of weeks ago. This time the interviewer had a whole host of gizmos and gadgets and a mixing board and a big furry mike thing that looked like a hairy rodent centimetres from my mouth.... It certainly made me nervous! And there was no pre-recording preparation session where he told me what we were going to talk about- to avoid it sounding scripted- so listening to the recording kind of makes me cringe at how nervous and stuttery and giggly I sound so I was leaning towards not mentioning it on here. (Because obviously in blogland I have a much cooler image, yeah?) Oh and he wouldn't let me pretend to be Queen Elizabeth either.
But then a commenter let the cat out of the bag and I know my parents will read that and demand to know why they didn't get the link so, on the condition that you don't make fun of my wandering accent- nerves bring out the rrrrrrr in me I think- here is my interview with Dave Carlson on the Japanofiles:
That link looks terribly long....
Ok, off to remove the r's from my pronunciation with a little light Whitlams...