The day after I had Stagg chilli from a tin from the first and last time, I did a series of silent farts on the upper deck of a double decker bus (the U1, Oxford DiSers) that were so offensively rank that the man sat behind me loudly proclaimed “for FUCK’S sake!” while standing up to open the window and I nearly ruptured something trying not to laugh.
I once did a fart in a lift (it was just me, my friend and his dad in the lift, I’m not a monster) in a record store in Canada that was so disgusting that we saw a shop employee walking towards the lift with a cloth over his mouth and nose and a can of air freshener at arm’s length.
When we went back to get the lift ten minutes later it was marked out of order.