001: The Night I Streaked

For many, many years I had been repressed both sexually and socially. As a person I wouldn’t say boo to a goose except when I was angry or afraid, or both, and then I could border on violence; I remember in my last job a couple of individuals who thought they could take the piss or attempt to intimidate me backing off in fear when they’d wound me up to such a pitch that metaphorically I’d turned…