| Naked rambler Stephen Gough was at it again this week, stripping off
on a plane in flight between Southampton and Edinburgh. Mr Gough, rather inevitably of
English extraction, has provided everyone with much amusement over the past few years when
he insisted on walking in the scud from Land’s End to John O’ Groats, first on
his own then with some mad wumman. Speaking
exclusively to anyone willing to listen, Mr Gough told The JT: "I feel that at this
stage in my spiritual journey I am emerging from a metaphorical chrysalis, evolving from
being a fitfully amusing nutter to being a annoying twat." |
Mr Gough, who apparently lives at the bottom of his Mum’s
garden with all the other elves, insists that walking around with his tadger out forces
society to face up to prejudices about the naked body: "We’re all born naked, what’s wrong with celebrating that fact by
showing everyone my willie?"
Three
tits go walkabout. |
Indeed, we are all born naked, we’re also born doubly
incontinent, blind and unable to look after ourselves, a viable life choice for a baby,
perhaps less appropriate for a fully-functioning adult. Mrs McGlumphie of John o’
Groats well remembers Mr Gough’s last visit to the Frozen North. The mother of six
and grannie to eight recalls of Mr Gough :"Aye, ah well mind that daft laddie. But to
be honest, his boaby was nothing to write home about." |
