I was discussing this blog with Mr Met the other day who suggested i need to break up the flicks with some stories but he didnt specify.So. Between he age of about 10 -12 I briefly went to a small West London school that was predominantly muslim, we had a crap football team and no school bus so we had to be ferried to and from football matches we usually lost by volunteer dads. On the way to one of these matches dad put on a cassette on the car stereo and turned it up to full volume. The older people following this blog will remember the old tape decks that had a record option with a tiny microphone, anyway my father had secretly been recording his farts onto a lengthy flatulence mixtape which he played all the way to the game. Plenty more where that came from.