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.
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?