Big moment yesterday. I was up in front of the class, rabbiting on about the difference between an expression in the time domain and an expression in polar notation with respect to maximum and RMS values, when I coughed. Trouble is, the cough caused me to drop a massive fart. It was impossible to pass the wind off as a minor faux pas because the bastard fairly bounced off the walls; so I did what any sensible mentor would do in such a situation, I started laughing. What else are you supposed to do? Of course, the students started laughing, too, so I said "Kevin Bloody Wilson was right." Bad mistake. This just made them laugh some more, then I laughed some more, then they laughed some more, then we stopped. Then we started again. This went on for about ten minutes. Every time I tried to talk about maths, we all broke up.
Anyhoo, your own fart stories would help to raise the tone around here. Lately this blog has been a little low brow.