Is sly flatulence one of lifes great pleasures?

If you have an escape route from a public place but can feel the swollen gases of disgracefulness in your abdomen, do you quickly move to a discreet and safe place and protect humankind by releasing the odour well away from innocent women and children. OR, do you gird your loins and sidle to a position on the fringe of humanity then release, waggle slightly for effective distribution then move to an area of purity. The joy of watching visions of subtle disgust mixed with glances of accusation by the embled throng is it just me or is it a rich global phenomenon simply awaiting "smellyvision" to transcend football?