tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post6990010464925997064..comments2024-03-29T01:02:03.688-07:00Comments on Raybeard: The Curse of the Growling Stomach.Raybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-51311956793755641282020-08-24T11:32:36.538-07:002020-08-24T11:32:36.538-07:00What a well-mannered class you had - though I dare...What a well-mannered class you had - though I dare to think that once you were out of ear-shot they were not nearly so polite. <br />Some of the classes I've been in, even way back at school, would have ripped any teacher with a growly tummy to pieces in his absence, and any co-pupil directly to his face. <br />I remember once in class at school when I was about 12 or 13, quite inadvertently between classes (so no teacher present) letting rip, which I then tried hopelessly to cover by coughing, hoping against hope that anyone who'd heard would think that it had only been an oral sound. Can you really imagine that's what the entire class really thought? Oh, the humiliation, the sheer ignominy of it!Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-34351594948145919292020-08-24T11:20:23.692-07:002020-08-24T11:20:23.692-07:00For sure we'd need to have an air freshener sp...For sure we'd need to have an air freshener spray on hand, M.M. <br />And any orchestra we could get to join would have no need for trombones. In fact, we could between us supply for them an entire 'wind section'. Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-43439612576081100072020-08-24T10:48:57.813-07:002020-08-24T10:48:57.813-07:00I love Cauli too! I dare say if we ever broke brea...I love Cauli too! I dare say if we ever broke bread over a meal of Cauli and sprouts together, we may compete with one of the local symphonies.Mistress Maddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02098940220513091207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-91264835569993667102020-08-24T09:51:46.492-07:002020-08-24T09:51:46.492-07:00You don't need to be concise. I love your stor...You don't need to be concise. I love your stories. As for the growling stomach, at least the sounds weren't emanating from other areas! (That would be a story John Gray would tell.) I remember my senior year at university, I had a class twice a week on the Beat Generation. It was a small (less that 10 students), quiet, discussion group. It must have been the time of day, but my stomach insisted on growling every time I was in that class. The other students were much too cool (hip, ya dig?) to pay it any mind. However, I still would shovel papers, scrape my chair, cough... anything to cover up the music being made inside me. Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-76670113020546461422020-08-24T08:30:10.397-07:002020-08-24T08:30:10.397-07:00'referable'? PREFerable!'referable'? PREFerable!Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-53838205789653929032020-08-24T08:28:45.026-07:002020-08-24T08:28:45.026-07:00It's always referable - nay, essential - to be...It's always referable - nay, essential - to be living alone [as I've done for the last 45 years] if one is going to indulge regularly in certain foodstuffs which have a particular side-effect - or, better, arse-end effect.Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-26735616905237377342020-08-24T08:24:35.876-07:002020-08-24T08:24:35.876-07:00I had no idea that this subject could be such a la...I had no idea that this subject could be such a large part of another person's life, M.M., though hardly a strategic part in your case, if inconvenient. I think it needs someone who suffers from the same 'malady' to start laughing at it to break down the barriers on something that may be regarded as 'not polite' to refer to.<br /><br />I don't recall any instance of farting in Church myself, though as I was a regular weekly attendee until my mid-20s it would have been surprising if I've never surreptitiously sneaked one out - some of the sermons were soooooo long - but I can't recall ever having done so, unlike the subject of this posting. <br /><br />Ah, sprouts - my SECOND favourite veg which, as far as I know, with me don't have quite the intensity of effect they seem to on other people. Cauli and sprouts together? Oh yes PLEASE!Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-52035171747482109192020-08-24T08:03:00.112-07:002020-08-24T08:03:00.112-07:00I thought the same as Bob. Your Cauliflower meal i...I thought the same as Bob. Your Cauliflower meal is like my making a meal of Brussel Spouts. Like viewing the Titanic, it doesn't take a genius to know how it will end.Mistress Maddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02098940220513091207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-3354131569597386752020-08-24T07:55:48.459-07:002020-08-24T07:55:48.459-07:00Oh yes. Before the pandemic rendered me laid off, ...Oh yes. Before the pandemic rendered me laid off, if would never fail, in my bosses Monday morning meeting of weekly projects, with fail, it was either mine or one of my other co-workers with loud tummy rumbles. Was embarrassing at first, but then we'd all start laughing. It some days was as if my tummy rumbles were answering those of my co owrkers. And yes....then there was church. But my poorly departed father was the worst. He did have a backfire right during communion once. As a young boy I was trying my best to not laugh, and my poor mother was horrified. If I recall correctly, I think we skipped two weeks in a row, in hopes people would forget.<br /><br />I guess all one can do is laugh and move on. My aunt tend to get terrible tummy rumbles , always, after eating too. And I myself have learned to not eat Brussel spouts if I'm going out of the house.Mistress Maddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02098940220513091207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-56744152090039706722020-08-24T07:27:57.945-07:002020-08-24T07:27:57.945-07:00Suffering from a surfeit of my favourite veg, Bob....Suffering from a surfeit of my favourite veg, Bob. Every positive must have its downside, right? Yin and Yang. :-)Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-55918879030262204852020-08-24T07:24:14.420-07:002020-08-24T07:24:14.420-07:00I've started to laugh,,,,well, smile....at it ...I've started to laugh,,,,well, smile....at it now for the first time, S/b, in large part sparked off by Maddie's funny comments above. When there are so few alternative ways to react then I'm sure that this is the best one.<br />In your own situation you must have had many hellish times when the last thing you wanted to do was to explain to anyone else what was happening and why. In comparison I ought to be thankful for small mercies, so don't feel TOO sorry for me - or, indeed, feel sorry at all. At least in my case, such circs have long been consigned to the past.Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-77139640520761542302020-08-24T05:46:05.352-07:002020-08-24T05:46:05.352-07:00I think I knew where this story was headed when I ...I think I knew where this story was headed when I read 'large boiled cauliflower.'Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15302478126147924237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-54188378105434809702020-08-24T03:49:58.398-07:002020-08-24T03:49:58.398-07:00I’ve had similar experiences, albeit none as sever...I’ve had similar experiences, albeit none as sever or as enduring as yours. Due to my many gut issues, I’ve had to sit through embarrassing tummy tremors during interviews, meetings, and while interacting with co-workers and I can attest to the humiliation it invokes. Sorry you had to experience this. <br /><br />Breenlanternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17317914861018120156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-30045825622527821692020-08-24T02:13:44.494-07:002020-08-24T02:13:44.494-07:00M.M., not N.M., Maddie - of course.M.M., not N.M., Maddie - of course.Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-8152784946291128622020-08-24T02:11:39.207-07:002020-08-24T02:11:39.207-07:00Well I wasn't laughing when typing this, N.M. ...Well I wasn't laughing when typing this, N.M. - the memories hurt even now - but suddenly I'm beginning, after all these decades, to see a funny side. Wasn't it Woody Allen who said that comedy is tragedy plus time? Well if so, in this case it's taking nearly a life's length of time. And as for 'backfiring' on getting up from my seat - as you so delicately put it - that really would have been the cherry on top! (in a manner of speaking).<br />Haven't you been susceptible to tummy rumbles yourself? I think that you surely will have been though maybe not inordinately so. Although I am still aware of them when they occur they are nowhere near as 'traumatic' as they once were.<br />Anyway, I'm now cheered up a bit, having been under a little gloom when resurrecting these painful recollections. Thanks for helping me get some long-delayed 'entertainment' from the episodes. Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-926347286766677626.post-88354508047105753902020-08-24T01:51:59.367-07:002020-08-24T01:51:59.367-07:00Raybeard....i can't lie and at your expense di...Raybeard....i can't lie and at your expense did you have me in throws of laughter over this story!!!!!!!! Just be glad when you got up to exist....you didn't backfire very loudly!!!!!!!! That would have had the place in tears.<br /><br />Me thinks you should not be in quiet places when hungry or right after eating certain foods. Bwhahahaha!!!! Now you have my side's hurting in laughter!Mistress Maddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02098940220513091207noreply@blogger.com