Welcome to the Thursday share shed of questions and confessions.

The bit of the week where I'll fling open the doors of Sober Awkward and let everything tumble out.

If you've got a cringy moment that still pops up uninvited at 3am. This is your chance to offload it.

Let's get it off your chest and stop these tumultuous tales lurking like the drunken ghosts of your

pissed up past. You can email your stories to vick at soberaawquad.com. Anonymous is encouraged,

oversharing is very welcome and judgment is most certainly banned.

So if you've ever worn a traffic cone on your head, had a weird one-night stand,

fallen asleep in a bush, puked in a bin, and yes, had the occasional running with the police,

or you just need to ask me a question about booze, then you're in the right place.

I believe nothing says growth like finally airing a bit of dirty laundry.

Let's evict those embarrassing memories once and for all.

Kettle on, share shed open, let's get a little bit awkward.

Technically, this is the share shed, but this week is not really a share.

It's more of a, this story is too good to be squeezed into anything else sort of situation.

As some of you will have heard, we had the absolutely brilliant Shanna One on the podcast this

week. And I fell a little bit in love with her, of course. She is amazing. And she told me many things,

including the fact that I would last approximately about four minutes in the outback,

which feels accurate.

We talked everything, rural life, social events in the bush, and her OK to Say No campaign.

And then casually, like it was nothing, she dropped this story.

And I thought, no, no, no, this needs its own moment.

Because not only did Shanna make the Queen giggle on a Zoom call, she was also one of the only 10 Aussies invited to attend the

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