I have an ugly big toe. In fact, it’s not just ugly, it’s downright scary. It’s bruised, it’s broken and it’s in a bad way.
A tyre landed on this ugly big toe a few month’s back. It was a very big black tyre, not unlike most big black tyres, and it meant business as it crushed my ugly big toe.
Some young buck at the weekly training session (remember the Warrior?) flipped this big black tyre onto my ugly big toe. It wasn’t intentional but the result was something I’d rather keep hidden for the summer. Unfortunately that’s not going to happen because summer has just arrived which heralds the annual arrival of the thong. And the arrival of the thong signals a very public display of my ugly big toe.
Here in Australia, the thong is not a small item of lady’s lingerie (although it can be). Other nationalities prefer to call it a sandal or the flip flop or even a beach shoe. Here it is simply called a thong or thongs. Like water and air, Australians can’t – and won’t – live without them. In the land down under, the thong could very well be more prevalent and invasive than the cane toad or brown snake.
Yet forget talk of why thongs are worn and for what purpose as there is a more important conversation taking place on Sydney’s radio airwaves at the moment. Debate is raging as to where the thong should and shouldn’t be worn.
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