Streaking first appeared in the early 1970s when students in the USA used it during protests and demonstrations. They streaked the Lyndon Johnson Library, making Lady Bird laugh and Walter Cronkite blush. Records were broken and re-broken daily.
The University of Georgia mustered 1,543 student for the largest streak, and Laura Barton – a freshman at Carlton College in Minnesota – became the first female streaker when she appeared for an unscheduled curtain call following the school production of Measure For Measure. Ms Barton won fame but lost her boyfriend, a straight-laced fellow she was probably well rid of.
It wasn’t long before the trend caught on in Britain with streakers graduating to sporting events and student parties.
The first major public streak in Britain came at Lords in 1975 when Michael Angelow, a navy cook, leapfrogged over a set of stumps during the Ashes, wearing just his plimsolls and a smile (pictured at left). It set a trend for wannabe streakers nationwide.
A top-selling novelty single by Ray Stevens – simply called The Streak – served as a rallying cry, and the sudden appearance of various streakers lent a touch of absurdity to live performances by pianist Van Cliburn and dancer Rudolf Nureyev, The Tonight Show, many sporting fixtures, and even the Academy Awards telecast . . .
During the 1974 telecast of the Academy Awards, while David Niven was on stage presenting an Oscar, a man named Robert Opal streaked naked across the stage. Niven quickly noted “Isn’t it too bad that the only laugh that man will ever get is by stripping off his shorts and showing his shortcomings?”
Perhaps the best known streaker of all time is Erica Roe who ran half-naked onto the pitch at Twickenham in 1982 when England were playing Australia.
Erica later made £8,000 from TV and modelling appearances.
Mark Roberts is well-known as a ‘serial streaker’, having exposed himself 150 times including streaks at Sunderland’s Stadium of Light, the FA Cup Final, and the Grand National. He plans his streaks with meticulous care and attention to detail.
His most memorable streak was jumping naked onto the floating weather map on TV’s This Morning in 1995.
Yes, there are certain expectations for streaking.
Any one can streak during the day. That’s too easy. If a drunk person can do it, you can, too.
Night streaking is better — and worse. No one can see you, sure, but you can’t see anyone — or a tree in the middle of a field. You’re going blind. A looker with night-vision binoculars can spot you. And that’s scary. And exciting.
You don’t want to be the first one to pull it off.
A lone wolf with his dingle-dangle out is no fun. That’s called a pervert.
“But,” you say, “a group of guys streaking is like a clusterfuck. Or gay.”
I’d rather be happy streaking with others than sad and alone streaking by myself. And I don’t wanna be called… you know… a pervert and sex offender.
Anyway, back to Rule 2a. Countdowns work well. Keeps the group on the same page. Don’t want a straggler lagging behind with a trail of brown-striped whitey-tighties.
Power. Tenacity. And a source of light.
Rain will fall around you, but you have to make sure it’s a thunderstorm. Beautiful lightning illuminates your path. The path to hell, sure, but it’s still a path.
If you don’t laugh, you’re nervous or scared, and the wolves will sense that. Stay naked and stay woke by laughing.
Let’s see if I followed these rules when I went streaking:
This is hilarious, and also so true...and it is part of our history, no doubt about it...
Happens in the best places.
TRIED IT ONCE IN THE 70'S.....
NEVER AGAIN....IT WAS A GROUP STREAK MALE & FEMALE
I never tried it but I have several friends who did.