Being A Streaker
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.