I've been out for several pints pints and a Mexican meal tonight, which has quite windy side effects. On the train journey home I could feel the gas building up, but it didn't escape until I'd got in a black cab outside the station to get home.

I really let rip, although they were all quite silent. They had obviously affected the taxi driver, as although he didn't say owt, he wedged a newspaper over the hole in the glass divider where you put your money through, then put both windows in the front down.

I dread to think what the bedroom will smell like in the morning.

that poor taxi driver will have suffocated by the time he leaves the bedroom

lol.

A prime opportunity for a classic Dutch Oven.

Go on, tell me you did.

now known as the Hackney Chamber

He must be dead and gassed himself as not replying

Headlines tomorrow.

'Poolie Recreates Bhopal Disaster In Nottingham.'

'Arnold Evacuated.'

'Resident in Derby says 'Fuck me ragged, Delhi smelt better....'