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One evening in the late 80s I walked through the streets of Whitehawk wearing stockings and suspenders. I was accompanied by my girlfriend of the time who was similarly attired. Apart from a few wolf whistles from some passing boy racers I completed the feat unscathed.

In my youth I rode a bull bare back. A group of us were walking across the downs when we came across the bull in a pen. Predictably someone came up with the obvious dare and I was the only one to take it up. I gingerly climbed upon its back using the perimeter fence as a ladder . At first all...