Me and the Griff Dawg got there early to catch up on the stuff we missed from thursday’s session last week (I was in the London). Everything was going well. Having been reprimanded last tuesday by Griff for some (very minor) perving, I was on my absolute bestist behaviour this week, I was just there to yoga it up, nothing else. The session was long, sweaty, tough, but very rewarding. I even got a couple of ‘very good’s from Rikka. Stoked. Nothing was going to disturb my zen-like focus and concentration. Nothing at all.

Alas, 5 minutes from the end, just as we were getting in to the lotus for some final breathing excercises, Tomi Toiminen let rip a massive fart from the back row, apparently involuntarily, which then gave way to massive eruptions of laughter from us three clowns. I tried to hold it in, but the sight of Griff and Tomi going scarlet and chortling like the ‘welease woderick’ Roman soliders in the Life of Brian was too much to handle, and I lost it. Aparently nobody else in the group found it that funny, leaving me wondering that, considering we’re all 30, what age will it be when that shit ceases to become funny, like it already seems to have done for everybody else? Hmm…

PE