Come on baby, light my fire
We've all heard the stories about the football team running around with their pants in flames. But why should intestinal gas be combustible? Is it a danger and if so how can we make it safer? Anjali Nataraja presents everything you ever wanted to know about flammable flatus but were too afraid to ask
“Turn it off!” was my greeting as I walked into the darkened living room one evening: I'd turned on the lights. I was surprised to see my three (male) flatmates dancing about with a box of matches. Apparently, as the only woman in the flat, I had been oblivious to the art that my dear friends had been perfecting.
I later discovered that they had been training for months. This night was the result of careful preparation with large amounts of curry and beer providing excellent substrate, I was informed. Unimpressed at the thought of any further delay to my latest (video taped) instalment of Eastenders, I was assured that I was “in for a real treat.”
Balanced on the edge of the sofa, my three flatmates carefully leaned back and lifted their legs up in the air. Then each excitedly lit a match and held it to the seat