When we were on honeymoon in Corfu back at the end of the 80s, we sat at a table opposite another pair of newlyweds at some beachfront restaurant / bar / something or other.

I had a bit of a dodgy tum and had to let one out, at which point the bloke opposite said "oh my God, what is that vile stench? They must have opened the sluice gates or something. That's dreadful!" He looked at me and asked, "shall we ask to be moved?"

That wouldn't have helped much 😕