Jacqui Salmond, a mother-of-two, danced round the 18th flag at St Andrews during the 129th British Open. on Sunday24th July 2000 seconds after Tiger Woods had teed off.

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Jaqui Salmond Now

This girl, 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."