I remember childhood summer holidays well.

Travelling around the country with a tent in the back and a soundtrack which invariably ended up being a mix of 60s classics and Queen's greatest hits.

But one song stood out among them all - and had me chuckling for hours.

The track? It was Fat Bottomed Girls.

For those not familiar, it combined the usual friskiness of Freddie Mercury combined with the over the top guitar riffs of Brian May.

And for this ten year old the sheer idea of fat bottomed girls riding bicycles had me laughing all the way to north Wales.

But what started off as a novelty and a bit of laugh very quickly became stale - and now nearly two decades on I can't stand the track.

The same can be said for the Naked Bike Ride.

It started in Brighton and Hove in 2006 as part of a worldwide network of protests against car dependency and promoting renewable energy.

In just a few years the numbers taking part in the city swelled to nearly 1,000 - and while the whole no clothes thing was advocated, it was not the be all and end all.

The point was that for one day every year a host of cyclists took over the city, getting across their message in very visible means.

It was one of the most effective environmental protests going - good-humoured, focused and, above all, attention grabbing.

And it was so Brighton, becoming part of the city's makeup.

When, a few years back, the then Conservative-led council wrote to the police asking for it to ban the event, I was on the sidelines thinking what an odd thing to suggest.

Sure, it might not be everyone's cup of tea.

But in a country built on the foundations of free speech, shutting down a non-violent protest is a no-goer - even if those taking part are totally starkers.

And as for those bemoaning children taking part, well surely that's up to the parents to decide what they think is best for their loved ones.

I'd certainly rather young people were down the park surrounded by balls of a different sort.

But, all things said, in recent years the Naked Bike Ride does seem to have lost its way.

It appears that rather than promoting a wider message, the majority of those saddling up actually have no idea why they are doing it - other than for a laugh.

Just looking at some of comments posted online and it's clear most of it is for pure self-gratification; purely to say "I've done it" and posted alongside a badly-taken selfie on a social network.

The shock factor has gone and it has turned, well, a little weird.

As I write this my thoughts turn to Pride.

That started off as a small gathering raising awareness of an extremely important issue.

Soon it started to grow, became more and more popular and a reason for people to come to the city.

But very soon it got out of hand and soon people started getting involved who had no idea what the actual meaning was about.

It was on the verge of becoming irrelevant.

But Pride evolved. And, now while there are still those who treat it as an event where they can run wild in the city, it rediscovered its heart and soul.

For many now the true meaning is returning - with local causes benefitting from the whole thing.

It's time the Naked Bike Ride took a look at what Pride has done.

Yes, keep the fun, quirky and unique elements that make it such a head turning event.

But remember to keep on evolving to keep the message visible and relevant.

After all, everyone will get fed up of Fat Bottomed Girls eventually.