I shall call Mr Derek Starship, of this parish, to this thread as he really did hate him with a passion.
I still hate him after six years away from the odious goon.
His belching was purely contemptuous. Basically, he hated the staff, the management and board, the processes and procedures and probably the product but didn’t have the nuts for confrontation. So to demonstrate his scorn, he would recline his office chair and burp loudly without apology. He had quite a repertoire. Some burps were deep, like a male lion roaring. Another one sounded like a shovel being dragged along the pavement. All were borne from his appalling diet of pastry products, chips ‘n’ curry, crisps, corned beef and fizzy drinks. He was a bachelor and sank dozens of pints at his local boozer.
An odious prick who wore a faux leather jacket exactly the colour of a Caramac bar.