A FRIEND recently told me about a mission he undertook a few years back to streak in every suburb in Sydney – for which he nearly came a cropper in Redfern.
I do like the sound of that mission, but I can’t help thinking it’s ill-advised for a lady, unless accompanied by an escort. So I go for a dry run in the desert.
The desert responds.
Keeper? Yes.
Hey man, now you're really living 
Yeah, not bad and nice photo but sorry, desert doesn’t count. Gotta be burbs or inner-city … and I say this as somebody who was recorded as part of a human nude pyramid on the median strip of Rathdowne Street, Carlton.
But dude, did the picture go on the internet?