If we are talking stinkers....my claim to fame is nearly gassing the future First Minister.
I had a flat in Shawlands that had a bathroom next to the front door. Not 30 seconds after I'd created a monster that was capable of peeling the paper from the walls, the doorbell went. It was wee Nicola out canvassing in an attempt to beat Mohammed Sarwar in Govan. My wife was horrified as she stood their chatting whilst the rancid smell of death wafted through the door like a green fog.
Pwoud, very pwoud .