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There are no emissions when eating curried beans, sprouts, eggs or artichokes (Jerusalem).
But that first knee-bending slap of linen on the rocky river-side after such a luncheoning has been digested (or partially so, anyway) and you can hear the little ozones hurling themselves into the carbollicky foam without waiting for the sunscreen.
Give them a star finder, almanacks, operational ham-bone or even a GPS and the answers'll be the same "We are in the wheelhouse" or "Magnavox, I'll give you Magnavox. It's miles out".
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David V
Lord Finchley tried to mend the electric light
Himself. It struck him dead and serve him right
It is the duty of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan
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