I have witnessed a man with IBD and a Guinness hangover let rip a hole-flapper that defied physics.
At least 15 seconds of sustained and cartoonish noise that split the air with such defiance that my initial disgust morphed into admiration.
The look on his face while this event took place was one of open mouthed fear with a hint of resignation to the fact that this horse had bolted and the stable door not only could not be closed, but was hanging from the hinges.
We stood in a profound silence after the expulsion had stopped only for the stink to fall around us like dark, satanic shroud, so tangible in it's intensity that it left an actual taste in my mouth.
