In 2005 I was serving schooners in classy pubs in sunny Surfer’s Paradise. It was the best. Not something I’d do forever, but it paid the bills while I was at Uni and I met some darn cool people doing it. I loved it. Until one night the duty manager shoved a microphone in my hand, told me to run the members’ draw in front of over 200 people and went and locked himself in the office. What! I hated public speaking (and clearly he did too). I had no idea what to say. In the past I’d failed miserably, I mean I got 3/20 for my first speech at high school and that experience had scarred me for life.