Not all dirty but good anyway
Guilty pleasure 1 - Being a tit
Air drumming. Much better than air guitar.

And pretending to be the lead singer/lead guitarist/DJ of the band you are listening to and strutting round the living room like you're Mick Jagger on stage or something. Well I like it anyway.

Guilty pleasure 2 - Being a dirty man
Picking my nose, removing nose hairs by hand, farting loudly and malodourously in confined spaces such as lifts, cars, beds, dancefloors. Walking over to a colleagues desk on the pretence of asking something, then farting and walking away again. The feeling just before a massive, noisesome belch erupts from your mouth. The humour I get from hearing my wife fart.

And on a less disgusting note...

Guilty pleasure 3 - Eating things
A soft roll with double potato scone and tomato sauce, a nice cup of tea made by my wife (she is truly the best tea-maker on Gods green earth), Irn Bru from a glass bottle, my mums stewed sausage casserole, going on the piss with my best mates, and a day out to a nice country pub with Mrs Normanator and the in-laws (yes, they are EXTREMELY nice people), going home to Glasgow when it's warm and sunny, a rarity indeed!
( Normanator Bad case of trapped wind since, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 9:32, Reply)