I stood at the top of the stairs at my daughters "empty" flat. I am doing some plastering there. I have been partaking quite liberally of late of this dreadful liquid known as rum and I am guilty of eating a very large ( oh joy ) gravy filled steak pie. About half an hour after my indulgence I thought it might be prudent to empty the bowls before mixing some more plaster. Couldn't do anything so mixed muck and cracked on, even though I could feel gastric movements. As it's not feasible to leave plaster once mixed, for the call of nature, I let it brew up. About half an hour on I felt the need to relieve the pressure in my gut and let forth with the most epic, prolonged, and fulfilling fart I have ever had the pleasure to emit. It was long, bellowing and absolutely disgusting in the odour stakes. I stood feeling deflated, and at peace with the world as the foul obnoxious vapours circulated around the stairs and landing. "Hello Dad" said my daughter as she and her friend stood aghast at the foot of the stairs, struggling not to retch.. 8O :?