|Rhere's always one isn't there?
Some idiot goes to a sporting event- usually gets drunk and then runs
onto the arena forgetting to get dressed. Don't we all hate them. A
blight on society. The Wessex Tourist Board has therefore decided to
name and shame them. As an example to others the people of Wessex put
people in the stocks and burnt witches. Now we present our page as a
We have listed these loathsome people by sport and shamelessly show their very inadequate attributes. So ladies if you are contemplating ruining sporting events be warned we at the Wessex Tourist Board are ready to shame you. This is a public health warning this page has indecent content.
| THE "OPEN" STREAKERS
OR PLAYING AROUND WITH ALISS
|Tiger lusts as Yvonne Robb stripped down to her underwear during the 1999 Open at Carnoustie, surprising Tiger Woods as he waited to putt.||She was fined $160 for her antics, after planting a kiss on Tiger's cheek.||During the 1997 British Open at Royal Troon, Nikki Moffat, complete with tiger stripes and floppy ears in homage to Tiger Woods, pranced around No. 18 just before Justin Leonard was given the trophy.||At the 2003 British Open, this streaker waited until the trophy presentation to strut her stuff on the course, with that year's champion Ben Curtis looking on.||Jacqui Salmond, took a turn around the flag stick at
St. Andrews during the 2000 British Open as Tiger Woods's group made
their way to the green.
|Jacqui Salmond, 20, from Kirkcaldy
Fife Scotland is one of the all time streaking greats. And her exploit
is the most well documented. Though I find her too anorexic for my
taste, I admire her brazenness in appearing with zilch clothing, mearly
glasses and make up, at a very public event. Even though she was only
seeking publicity, that is an extremely brave thing to do (just try
it!) and should serve as a model for others. I really feel sorry for
Tiger Woods who seems to be a female streaker magnet. He said later
that her actions had spoiled the final hole of his championship-winning
round. I wish I could be that lucky. At that time Jacqui lived with her
boyfriend along with her children Brendan (3) and Rhys (18 months) in
Edinburgh. Jacqui and her boyfriend had planned the streak for a laugh.
"In July 2000 my partner, Ryan Grieg, 27, was watching The Open on
telly. 'How can you watch this?' I yawned. The whisper of the
commentator and polite applause were enough to send me into a coma.
Then it hit me. I knew what would get the crowd excited. A streaker.
And who better than me? Shelater told The Mirror: "I just want to be
famous and see my picture in as many publications as possible. I hope
to talk my way on to the sofa with Richard and Judy on This Morning."
"As a pole dancer at the Burke and Hare pub in Kircaldy, Fife I wasn't
shy about flashing a bit of flesh. The appeal of an even bigger
audience was just too much to resist. 'That crowd needs a bit of
livening up,' I said to Ryan, telling him my plan. 'You what?' he
spluttered. 'Go on then.'She hoped the streak would help her escape her
sordid carrer as a lap dancer stripping on a pool table for stag night
drunks. She even contacted a tabloid newspaper to tell them of her
intentions "So two weeks later... I dressed in a (black) floaty summer
dress with no underwear, dropped our son, Brendan, 3 and 1-year-old
daughter, Rhys, off with my mum Jackie Salmond, 46, and drove twenty
miles to the famous golf course. 'Nervous?' Ryan asked when we arrived,
offering me a can of lager. But I didn't need any Dutch courage. I was
raring to go. Ryan and I arrived early to get a good spot on the
course. "Finally at 3pm Tiger was at the 18th hole. It was time. I
pushed to the front of the crowd, crouched down and slipped the strap
of my dress off my shoulders. Fresh air blasted my naked body. It was
now or never. "I burst through the cordon and legged it towards the
18th hole, arms in the air and as naked as the day I was born.
Adrenalin raced through me as I waited for the reaction. For a moment
there was silence, followed by a few gasps and titters. 'Wahey,' one
bloke shouted. Then everyone started cheering as I legged it round the
pole. "Egged on by the crowds I even did a little victory dance. But
then I spotted two police officers running towards me. 'Enough of
that,' one of them said covering me up with a fluorescent police coat.
I was still giggling but then I saw the officer's stern face. 'That was
so stupid,' he said as he handcuffed me. 'It was only meant to be a
joke…' I whimpered.
"At Cupar police station I was charged with breach of the peace and given a white forensics suit to wear. I spent a night in the cells feeling like a criminal. What I'd done began to sink in. Talk about a moment of madness." She said, "I ... was left in a cell on my own for about four hours. About 11.30 they put me in with the two other female streakers." A total of five people had streaked the open, encouraged by an offer of a 10,000 pounds prize from a mystery mischief maker. Carol Louttit had been brought from Methil Police Station and we had a great laugh singing and making up songs. Carol said she'd done the streak because she was drunk and Julie (Methven) did it on the spur of the moment. We were singing and laughing all night. We even plotted to do a streak together. It's never been done before but we intend to run naked hand in hand at some major event." Jaqui said, "Missing Brendan and Rhys like crazy, I wondered what they would make of their mummy showing her bits to the world? The next day I admitted breaching the peace at Cupar Sheriffs Court and was fined £100. The procurator fiscal was scathing. 'Disruption can prove a great distraction to the players,' he said.
"'Thank God that's over,' I said to Ryan as we drove home. 'Think again,' he replied handing me a pile of newspapers. Torn off a strip…naked birdie at the 18th raged the headlines. Tiger Woods had told reporters that I'd interrupted his special moment. And each headline was accompanied by a big picture of me. Naked. "People all over Britain were gawping at my boobs as they tucked into their cornflakes. A few men looking at me dance in the club was one thing. Now pictures of me in all my glory were all over the county, from breakfast tables to building sites. "But the worst call of all was from Mum. She sounded so disappointed. 'Why did you do it?' she sighed. 'It was just a joke,' I said lamely. But it didn't feel so funny any more. Wherever I went people were asking the question, 'aren't you the girl who..?'" Unfortunately, Royal and Ancient officials planned to review security in an attempt to reduce such incidences in the future. "I wanted to streak because I thought it would be a bit of a laugh - a harmless piece of fun. But I was arrested, spent a cold night in the cells and appeared in court the next day." Procurator fiscal Ted Russell, himself a low handicap golfer who plays over the St Andrews links, said: "Clearly the maintenance of good order depends on the good behaviour of the public." (I can't think of any better way to behave) "In addition, disruption can prove a great distraction to the players, who are under great pressure." (I would pay to have such a distraction!)
Her solicitor Tom Anderson told the court: "There was an element of naivety and it has been much publicised that there was money available to anyone who would do it. Unfortunately, that appears not to have been the case." Commenting on the streakers, Peter Dawson, R&A secretary, added: "It's mindless, and the way I think to get rid of it is to ignore it." "I ended up with a £100 fine. I thought that the punishment was a bit harsh as I didn't hurt anyone and the crowd throughly enjoyed it. I didn't show anything the rest of the female population doesn't have. Ryan said he thought it was funny when I did it, and it certainly doesn't bother him. Mind you he reckons that if he'd suggested it I would have given him a hard time for the rest of his life! But the police told me that they take a hard line because streaking offends some people." Jacqui worked as a lap dancer in the Burke and Hare pub in Edinburgh to make a living and had ambitions to become a successful model. "Then in July 2001 Ryan and I decided to split. We were still great mates but the spark wasn't there. Shortly after I fell pregnant during a short relationship. When I gave birth to my son John at Forth Park hospital on 4th February 2003 I was prepared to raise him alone. "The only male attention I got was when I was dancing and I wished that I'd meet a bloke who wanted me for more than my figure. And when John was 18 months I got my wish. On a rare night off I was dancing – fully clothed - at Liquid Rooms nightclub in Edinburgh when I saw Colin Snow, 38. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
"Before I went home I made sure he had my number. Colin called the next day and set a date a week later. As we stood at the bar of a pub, I played with my straw nervously and listened to Colin telling me about his work as a confectionary salesman. 'And what do you do?' he asked. I took a deep breath. 'I'm an.. err pole dancer,' I said. Colin's face fell. 'Oh, ' he said. "After a reaction like that I could hardly go on to tell him that my bum had been on the front of The Sun!
'I'm thinking of quitting the dancing,' I said, desperate to stop him dashing out the door. But as I said the words I realised something. I meant them. I hadn't been enjoying it since I was in the papers. The next day I handed in my notice at the bar.
"Colin was thrilled. 'I don't know if I could date a stripper,' he admitted. I loved my new lifestyle, curling up in the evenings with Colin rather than wiggling my bum. I even plucked up the courage to tell Colin about my brush with fame. 'Blimey,' he chuckled. Funnily enough he couldn't even remember the story. 'You must be the only bloke in Scotland,' I said. "I loved my new life but with the kids at school and Colin at work I was bored. In January 2005 I decided to have a clearout. 'I have these to donate,' I said, pushing a bulging bag of clothes over the counter at the British Heart Foundation shop in Lochgelly. The Heart Foundation had always been close to my, well, heart. When I was 6 I was diagnosed with a heart murmur. It meant that I suffered with palpitations but knew that I was one of the lucky ones as I managed to control the condition with a sensible diet.
"I spotted a sign. 'Could you help in the shop?' it read. Perfect. 'I'd love to volunteer,' I said. They were over the moon. So I went from an erotic dancer/streaker to a loved up lady who works in a charity shop. Talk about a transformation! And two years on I still love my life. Chatting to the old ladies who come in and giving up my free time for charity gives me a million times more satisfaction than getting my kit off. "From now on I'm happy keeping my curves for myself. And Colin of course."
||Julie Methven||Julie Methven||Julie Methven||Playing Around With Aliss|
|ERICA ROE THE
QUEEN OF RUGBY STREAKERS
What would rugby be like without Streakers?
Erica Roe, who now lives in Portugal, Started it at Twickenham says. " I wasn't even meant to be at Twickenham; I was supposed to be at work in my bookshop in Petersfield, Hampshire. I blame my elder sister Sally, who was going with a clutch of rugger-bugger friends and roped me in. About 25 of us arrived and went straight to the beer tent, where we spent quite some time. I was definitely tipsy. I couldn't do anything so ridiculous as streaking cold-blooded! One of the guys in our group had the hots for me and kept getting too close for comfort, so my friend Sarah Bennett and I moved down to the front. We were getting a bit bored, thought we should do something and within seconds had decided 'let's streak'. It was an impulse thing. We threw our clothes off. I handed my bra to some people behind me - and my packet of Marlboro. Half-time arrived, and off I went. I remember running like hell, knowing I was being pursued and looking back for Sarah, who didn't join me. I heard all this screaming and thought, 'I have to get off, the second half is starting'. But I quickly realised the roar was for me. Then of course I behaved like an egotistical bitch, put my arms in the air and went, 'Yes! Hi!' That was fun. Then I turned back to try and get Sarah out, which is why I was caught. These days the police get very aggressive with streakers but they were gentle with me. I was lucky. I didn't get fined or treated badly and didn't have dogs yapping at my heels. A policeman famously put his helmet over my chest to protect my modesty. At Twickenham police station they rang my poor parents, who had no idea. My father and two brothers had been watching the match on television. At half-time my father got up to get a cup of coffee. My brother shouted, 'Pa!, Pa!, A woman just ran across the pitch who looked like Erica!' But they all assumed it couldn't possibly be me and resumed watching the match. The media reaction was incredible. Much of it was fun. But the whole experience has debunked all the intrigue one has about being famous and being in the media. Most boys and girls dream of being famous footballers, ballerinas or actresses. So when I got this chance, I grabbed it. In this day and age people become famous for nothing - like me, for instance! Fame is now a money-making thing, but it wasn't then. Some people made a lot of money out of me, but not the large amount they could now. In the three years afterwards, when I did personal appearances and opened shops, I only made about £8,000 - not a lot. People say if it happened now I'd be a millionaire or get my own TV show out of it. People did recognise me in the street which was nice at first, but then became disgusting. At any rugby event they rolled out the red carpet, kissed my feet and saw it for what it was - fun. But when I was lowered onto the pitch from a helicopter at a football match in Bristol, men pushed onto me. That was smut. A guy from Penthouse or Playboy offered me thousands to take off my clothes but I told him he'd got the wrong end of the stick - that I would never do such a thing. The shitty Sun asked me to 'model some fashion clothes', which meant putting on the skimpiest clothes they could find. I hated that. I wasn't model material. I was a short, fat little dumpling with big boobs and I wasn't very attractive in clothes. The streak was a strange lesson and I'm glad I did it.It has made me a better person and more content because people have this illusion that being famous is incredible, which it is - but only if you're famous for doing something worthwhile. I became famous, but only for my boobs. I now live happily in Portugal with my three amazing kids and a man who loves me. I'm 43. We're farmers and export sweet potatoes. I drive tractors and struggle in the mud. I'm going to build a mud hut beside the Atlantic. What else do you need?
At this remove, it is interesting to recall the reaction of her father, Peter. "She spent her childhood in Africa where such things are not regarded with disfavour. It is seen as being perfectly natural."
|You must be Joking
||Rain Stopped Play
||Game, Set & Match|
| A Policeman's Lot
||Is That What They Call Henman Hill?
||Debenture Holder's Bonus
||Melissa Johnson's Wimbledon Debut
England. July 1996. A 23-year-old London student, Melissa Johnson, her
courage bolstered by a few drinks, climbed over a barrier at one end of
the court and dashed the length of its periphery -- passing in front of
finalists Richard Krajicek and MaliVai Washington as they posed near
the net for photographs. This girl gets popints off for having to get
courage from a bottle, and the fact that she wasn't fully naked, but
she was damn close. Johnson, who had been working as a catering
assistant at Wimbledon during her summer holidays, was topless and wore
only a tiny maid's apron, which she lifted up dependuing on whether she
wanted to reveal her top or bottom. She was quickly escorted off the
court near the Royal Box by two policemen. Both players broke
into laugher, as did most of the 14,000 fans. Washington paused a
moment and then doubled over trying to contain his laughter. Walking
back to the baseline to begin his warmup, the American lifted up his
tennis shirt to bare his own chest and received a large ovation.
"I look over and I see this streaker ..." said Washington, who later
was to lose to Krajicek. "Gee, she smiles at me. She had on almost like
an apron. She lifted it up and she was still smiling at me. I got
flustered, and three sets later I was gone. ... That was pretty funny."
Johnson was taken to Wimbledon police station where she was held until the end of the match. A Scotland Yard spokeswoman said "no further action" would be taken. Once again a female got away with it. Usually stiff and proper, The All England club was unexpectedly light-hearted regarding the moment. "Whilst we do not wish to condone the practice, it did at least provide some light amusement for our loyal and patient supporters, who have had a trying time during the recent bad weather," a club statement said. A Centre Court spectator, 57-year-old travel agent Peter Goord, said the streak even drew a humorous reaction from the royals. "When she got in front of the Royal Box, she lifted it up and showed everything off," Goord said. "The Duke of Kent was laughing like mad. She then ran into the policemen's arms. There was no way she was trying to get away."
Wimbledon officials expressed concern before the opening of the tournament two weeks ago that a streaker might appear -- coaxed on by several of Britain's large bookmakers offering odds on it happening. Before the tournament, William Hill bookmakers reduced the odds on a streaker interrupting Centre Court play during the final to 4-1.
It was believed to be the first incident of streaking ever at Wimbledon. Johnson graduated from Manchester University with a degree in graphic design.