Acting is like a virgin on prom night…you just have to put out.
You can pass your driver’s test in LA by bribing the examiner with fried chicken.
There is a porn store on the corner of 48th and 8th in NYC that gives out free coffee in the morning.
A dental tool and an American flag are all the tools you need for successful drug smuggling.
The annual plastic flamingo festival is held in Maine.
Bullets should be removed before clothes are placed in a washing machine, and clingwrap is an excellent preventer for the transmission of genital herpes.
These are just some of the invaluable pearls of wisdom I have gained after seven years in the Big Apple.
Based on my time as a theatre student in New York City and later as a performer in theatres across America, these gems belong to stories in a compilation titled The Seven Year Itch, A Travel Memoir With A Kick-Ball-Change!
Told with a New Yorker’s candidness and an Aussie’s sense of the absurd, The Seven Year Itch is a wicked insight into the trials and tribulations of a fast-approaching-thirty-time’s-a-tickin’-dancin’-girl as she pirouettes around Maine, tip-taps through London, shuffles off to Santa Monica and lands back in Oz, exhausted, exhilarated and damn sure she’d do it all again in a New York minute.