Bum notes

I had the unfortunate experience of having a vicar who suffered from flatulence in the limo with me today. Every time he moved there was botty burps emitting from his nether regions. I thought that perhaps he was having a laugh and had a whoopy cushion hidden somewhere about his person? But no he was blissfully unaware of his windy problem. I had to open the windows at one point, and was hoping for some Divine intervention. At the end he got out of the Limo, with a final farewell chuff and not an apology to be heard! Strange day.