WHOOPS THERE GOES ANOTHER RESOLUTION KER-PLOP
My anti-resolution stance was further strengthened by near catastrophe. As mooted last week my primary resolution was the semi-facetious call to not fart in public places. After scientific study suggested that this would be in no way dangerous, I embarked giddily on a week of saving noxious smells to my private moments.
What all of my scientifical research did not tell me, and squeamish viewers should look away now, is that holding in farts creates a greater degree of suspense in the sphincter. In particular there is more, how you say, relief in letting one rip when in the toilet or at home with a cup of cocoa. Unfortunately this has the upshot of relegating the everyday into something special, and makes the qualitative difference in the sensation of loosing gas vs loosing something else much harder to spot.
This came to an almost head in stage one of my other science challenge on Friday when I was just drinking Ayingerbrau. This near catastrophic miss was enough to say enough is enough. I am not going to be quaking in fear about potential follow through when lying in bed at night. Farting is everyday, and from now one shall also be everywhere.