"Stop diggin' your undies out of ya bum! Whattya got, russian (rushing) undies (underpants) or somethin?"
The title of this blog comes from the expression above. As a young child, I was forced to wear full-brief underpants that would invariably ride up into my ass-crack on a daily, hourly, minutely basis. Therefore, it was quite common to find me unceremoniously thumbs-deep digging out my under-elasticized undies from the depths of my fleshy folds within my nether region. Unfortunately, I was always caught in the act. My beautiful, yet harshly Australian mother would ask the above question unabashedly in the super-market, on the school grounds or in any location that would embarrass me. It still haunts me to this day and I am mostly considered an adult. This unattractive, yet important gesture defined me as a human being and has thus served as an important metaphor for my life: tell it straight, don't ever forget where you come from, love the little strange memories and always wear a g-string. Therefore, this title is fitting for my blog. I hope to celebrate the things I value the most: theatre, fashion, wine, food, travel and photography.
Cheers!
