The chap in the cubicle next to me this morning in the office lav sat down and immediately started to unleash some astounding arse-pyrotechnics.
It all started out rather high pitched, like a muted trumpet. If you imagine the sound of Louis Armstrong warming up then you get the general gist. I had to bite the back of my hand to stifle the inevitable giggles.
For a few moments, there was a pregnant pause before Le Petomaine next door suddenly went all Wagnerian with bassy, bombastic bum blasts. The first five notes of “Ride of the Valkyries” was recognisable, at this point I had tears streaming down my face. I fully expected a buxom Teuton to burst into the gents and start wailing away.
I guess that’s the most unique performance of the Ring Cycle I’ve ever heard.
Stoner, was that you in a lav cubicle at 09:57 in an office near Waterloo today?