Peter, you streak takes me back some years. I wasn't streaking but standing at the top of the embankment behind my house which drops around 80ft down into the railway cut which is now a nature walk. I took a step forward, trod on a slug and "skiied" down the embankment on one leg with the other leg and arms flailing around trying to get my balance. I didn't fall over and made it to level ground but was limping for days with a swollen knee. The trouble was, when anyone asked what I'd done, the answer reduced them to howls of laughter and I got no sympathy whatsoever!:(
Thinking about it, things were much the same when I broke my ankle in a keep fit class. If I'd been in a car crash sympathy for my plight would have been forthcoming. As it was people fell on the floor laughing.
I'm not streaking until I'm thinner
