The Man With A Long Chin's Diary

 

Being A Streaker

7/6/96-8/6/96

7 June 1996 - BEING A STREAKER

Last night I jumped around nude by the poolside during the synchronised swimming final at the 1984 LA Olympics.

One of the judges gave me the thumbs-up as I cannoned into his booth, and a couple of the swimmers shouted out that they thought I looked great.

After two hours I was hyper-ventilating so badly that I thought the crowd were horses at my own funeral.


8 June 1996 - BEING A STREAKER

Last night I created an almighty stink at the 1976 Highland Games when I rode nude onto the stage on a stag.

At first the competitors thought I was Taggart, and gave me a polite round of applause, but when I crashed the stag into a display of black puddings they became restless and disorder broke out.

At the peak of the disturbances, I bade them a fond farewell and rode back into the forest.


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