Some call it low brow, some call it potty humor..I simply call it funny and one of the main staples of the Howard Stern show, the always funny, always entertaining fart joke. There is just something about the noises that people make with their private parts that tinkles the funny bone. Whether it's Debbie the queefer sucking it up, Dan the farter messing himself once again or a young up and farter on his back, legs akimbo, going for the record while his proud family cheers him on, the Stern show has 'aired' some great fart moments over the years. But when you think about it it's not just the show. I think everyone of us has at least one great under leg noise story to tell. A blast at just the right time on a crowed elevator or a quiet library, maybe it was the first time your uncle or dad had you pull his finger. I use to clear the whole hallway in high school with one of my SBDs. Fart humor is still funny to me and still a part of my life.

Generation after generation it continues. Anyone with kids will tell you. I've lost track of how many times my boys have hit me with a blast while I was dozing on the couch. Who hasn't played dueling asses in the morning with their better half? I don't think I'm alone on this one...am I? So when the undisputed King of them all, Mr. Methane, made his first appearance on the show, it was a family affair in my house. "You gotta see this guy!!! He is amazing!!! "Nothing is more fun than sharing something special from the show with loved ones and friends who don't listen everyday. Who better than a masked superhero farting songs to bring everyone around the telly for some good quality family time? Mr. Methane was then and still is the ultimate fart God in our family. No one comes even close. So when I went to ask Mr. Methane for his autograph it also became a family affair. I visited Mr. Methane's website, www.mrmethane.com and e-mailed my request.

I got an auto-response immediately that informed me if my e-mailed needed a response I would be contacted soon. Sure enough later that day I received an e-mail from Mr.Methane, , "Please provide your address, how many photos you would like, and to who." Amazing!! I e-mailed the information back and a few weeks later I was opening up an envelope, direct from the U.K, containing the two autographed photos I requested, one personalized to me and my wife and one to the boys. It was a happy day in our house and we all tried to bust one out in celebration and in his honor. What a 'blast'!!. Actually not a one, but it was sure fun trying. HAHAHA!!

I hung the one in the shrine, a talkie of course, (Mr. Methane's rendition of Smoke on the water) and the boys taped theirs up on the bedroom wall covered with drawings of their favorite Pokemon characters. ( the shrine's early inspiration) Total cost? Two emails and at Mr.Methane's request, a few minutes clicking the banner ad on his site, "to help defray the cost of postage." Perhaps the easiest autograph I have ever received and definitely one of the most fun. Thank you Mr. Methane. I recently e-mailed him at mrmethane@mrmethane.com to see if he would like to do an interview and once again he didn't disappoint.

Mr. Methane : I think I've visited Howard about four or five times in the last three years.

Mr. Methane : I enjoyed doing the Christmas 2001 Show where I got to run around the streets of NY and Fart Holiday Songs to passing members of the General Public. That said I have enjoyed all my visits and it's hard to pick out a favourite one.

Mr. Methane : I think it's all very much there for you to see. E! has a camera on me from the moment I walk into the reception area. The first time I visited they even followed me into the bog ( washroom ) and filmed me taking a dump by pointing the camera under the door.

Mr. Methane : I'm making the video "Mr. Methane Let's Rip! into a a DVD at the present time. I did some parody songs this summer of My Girl, Cats In The Cradle, Landslide, Can't Take My Eyes Off You, I Got You babe, etc, in association with farts.com. I don't know what we are going to do with them though.

Mr. Methane : Sorry to say there doesn't seem to be. Logistically I live too far away to be effective in talking to the right people/venues with regard to making this happen, while all Howard's time is obviously taken up with the Radio/TV show. That said you never know, we might get it together one day.

Mr. Methane : I do some candid camera scenes on the Mr. Methane Let's Rip video. Basically we ambush people in the street with what can only be described as fart attacks. I pride myself on being a professional fartiste so, outside of stage performances, to let one out during sex or in the supermarket would for me be a sign that I lack the anal control that a professional would have. Also my manager gets annoyed if I break wind involuntarily, he sees it as being a waste that he is not getting a percentage of.

Doc: Speaking of attacks, where were you and what were you doing on 9-11? What went through your mind?

Mr. Methane : I was at home that day. It was quite shocking and unbelievable. I haven't come to terms with it in my head yet.

Doc: What do you think of Howard's new girlfriend, Beth ?

Mr. Methane : I didn't know Howard had a new love in his life. I hope it works out for them both.

Doc: Fartman.. Good for the farting community or just another wannabee fraud?

Mr. Methane : I don't eat too much directly before a show because like any strenuous activity, going to the gym etc, it's not good to do so. I also stretch and warm up the major muscle groups with some warm up exercisies and clear my throat so to speak.

Mr. Methane : Farting in the elevator on my way down from the restaurant at the top of the Rockefeller Plaza and blaming it on the food. We had a ball watching the attendant desperately trying not to laugh while the other passengers reactions were mixed.

Mr. Methane : It's like an elephant's trunk. If you threw me a bun I could catch it and eat it without using my hands. I only use part of my penis nowadays. I keep the rest in storage at a warehouse in Liverpool.

Mr. Methane : I once did some at a radio station in Sydney, Australia many moons ago before they were that big as a concept. It's possible that maybe I should do some more and put them on CD.

Mr. Methane : My stools are on the whole pretty solid and bulky, consequently it's not really possible to squeeze them into thinner ones.I have big problems in the States as your toilet wastepipes are very small in comparison to the old victorian toilets here in the UK. I usually end up blocking the bog big style. I once blocked the toilet in a Chicago Hotel, the water would not stop coming, it flowed over the top of the bowl and out the bathroom door. We had to call maintainance who came with some kind of large shit shifting stick with a handle on the end. Rock Stars throw the TV out of the window, performing Flatulists block the bog up and cause a major flood alert.

Doc: Howard recently confessed on the air that he has to shave down his ass hairs. Do you do this as well? Any special wiping procedures like Howard?

Mr. Methane : I'm not that hairy on the ass though I did have to shave on one occassion, luckily it was done for me by a lovely blonde lady called Julie. You can see more here. On the toilet paper issue, I tend to wipe in a thorough manner but not in a way that would cause any real abrasive friction, so I guess like Howard it is my own special procedure

Mr. Methane : It differs depending on if I'm solid or runny. Generally I'm solid so it's front to back on most occasions.

Doc: Back to front, right hand, 2 ply
Charmin, threepasses. Have you ever tried lighting your farts for a show or just for pleasure? How did that go?
Mr. Methane : I haven't done the old fart lighting for a long, long time. Maybe 15 or more years. I don't know why I just haven't.
Doc: Finally, do you know Mr.Bean?
Mr. Methane : No, not personally, though once many years ago I urinated in his garden on the way home from the pub late one night. It wasn't personal I just needed somewhere to slash.

Mr. Methane : Thank you. If you need anything else just get in touch.
Yours flatulently, Mr. Methane!