But the most crowning embarassing moment of all:
I was on holiday with my brother in Gran Canaria. After a night of binge-drinking we ended up in some seedy club full of women. Straight away two of them came up to us (they were women of the night) and started asking us if we wanted their services.
Obviously we didn't but they were pushy and one of them managed to get me talking with her. She kept asking me in bad English 'Do you want sex?', 'Do you want drink?', 'Do you want...'
I basically wanted her just to go away so I gave her some money to get herself a drink. As she left, I felt the curry I had eaten move around in my bowels. As I was alone, I decided it was safe to let off a fart that had been building up in me all evening.
I don't know what it was - the curry or the 13 pints of bad beer - but that fart smelled worse than a French gas station toilet. Standing up, I tried to escape the putrid stench.
But to my horror, the woman who had been trying to weasel money out me rushed to my side, desperate to prevent a potential customer from escaping her clutches.
As she approached, she bombarded with me with yet more questions: 'Do you want drink? Do you want...?' All of a sudden she stopped dead in her tracks and her eyes widened in horror as she caught a whiff of the deadly vapours wafting in her lair. 'Do you want toilet?' she croaked.
Needless to say I grabbed my brother and ran out of that place and never returned.