Jazzy D's Soul Notes

There I was, just standing there when what I wanted to do was forbidden in polite company. I was in a bus queue waiting for the devil numbered autobus back home and I needed to fart. It is one of those moments that, however, much you try hard to present a certain amount of decorum, it just happens. Yeah well, it was a long and loud one, and much as I tried, I could not stifle it. Pretending to be not the perpetrator of the offence I looked around nonchalantly to deflect the blame on somebody else.


I sheepishly boarded the bus when it arrived and silently read a book I had in my laptop bag. A wry grin eventually swelled over my face on the way back to Faversham.

I wonder, do you have embarrassing stories to tell or some stain on the wall you are not proud of?