Once upon a time, there was a girl whose name was Mary.She was in a packed English lecture in the O'Flaherty Theatre. People sat on the stairs, the heat was stiffliing and Mary, in her CP's finery, perched herself three rows from the front, slap bang in the middle.
As the lecturer is going on and on about whatever, Mary suddenly realises that she can't handle it anymore.
"When the Playboy of the Western World first opened in Dublin...'
(Christ, I can't do... it... any longer!!)
'... it was the cause of civil disturbances..."
**FFFFFFFFAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTT**
Man, it was nasty. One of those proper scuttery, buttery ones she let loose. It was so embarrassing for her. The lecturer, clearly he heard, had to keep going with the lecture so as to avoid causing too much embarrassment for the young lady.
She was getting to red in the face that all you could feel was sorry for the girl.
But then, worse was to come.
The waft.
It. Was. Wrank. The back rows were now reeling from its effects and poor Mary, dying of embarrassment, couldn't handle it any further.
Yup, she fainted.
The whole row had to get up, four men, one at each appendage, weaving their way through the masses sitting on the stairs just so she could get some room.
People still talk of the waft.
And for that, we shall call her 'Fart Girl'.
