Now I’m in the driver’s seat
Susie Porter howls with laughter as a stiff breeze demolishes the tent in which she’s trying to get changed, almost baring her fluoro pink knickers to a ute-load of passing tradies. “I should have known better than to wear these,” the Wentworth star chuckles, more mortified by her way-out choice of underwear than the sudden and untoward exposure (on a quiet cul-de-sac in one of Sydney’s most exclusive suburbs).
She’s sunny, funny, gregarious, thoughtful and endlessly obliging, so it’s hard to imagine Susie has ever struggled with depression, a crippling lack of self-worth and a “destructive” love-hate relationship with alcohol. Yet, surprisingly, that darker side emerges in a no-holds-barred chat on what turns out to be the award-winning actor’s ninth wedding anniversary.
Marrying in her late 30s came as a beautiful surprise to Susie, who speaks of husband Christopher Mordue with the wonderment of someone who just discovered a rainbow-coloured unicorn grazing on their inner-city balcony. “There were times I did wonder if settling down with someone was going to happen to me,” she confides, cuddling the couple’s adored rescue dog, the elderly and arthritic Lady Gracie. “But I felt that if
