THE MAN BEHIND THE MISCHIEF
Meet Dolf.
Dolf Winterbottom
Dolf just wants to live a normal life. But he has a condition: he can’t stop farting. Help this good-hearted dad get through everyday situations, release the pressure and avoid getting caught. He’s our guy — and the face of Fartaholic.
EVERY LEGEND HAS AN ORIGIN STORY
The story of Dolf.
An ordinary guy. An uncontrollable condition. A little help from you.
Dolf Winterbottom never set out to be a legend. He's an ordinary guy from an ordinary town who wanted nothing more than an ordinary life — a steady job, a big lunch, and a family who loved him. For the most part, he got it. There was just one small, constant, eye-watering complication.
Dolf lives with a condition that means he can’t stop farting. He doesn’t do it to upset anyone, and he can’t simply switch it off. Whether he’s out for lunch, at work or spending time with his family, the pressure keeps building. He wants to join in like everyone else — his body just makes that a little more complicated.
The hard part was never the farting — it was trying to live a normal life around it. A trip to the supermarket becomes a tactical operation. A packed elevator is a held-breath nightmare. A silent library? Psychological warfare. Over the years Dolf has quietly mastered the art of the great escape: drifting toward open windows, timing his moves to a passing bus, and blaming a dog that isn't even there. That’s where you come in. In the games, help Dolf find a moment when nobody’s looking, release the pressure before it gets too much, and carry on with his day without getting caught.
For a long time he had Hilda at his side and six kids underfoot. He was a devoted husband and a wonderful, endlessly mortified dad. But every love has its limit, and Hilda's turned out to be a question of airflow. After one fumigated dinner too many, she packed her bags, kept the kids most weekends, and moved somewhere with better ventilation. There are no hard feelings now — just a few rooms, and one very important air gap, between them.
Dolf is still figuring it out, one awkward situation at a time. As you help him, you’ll get a glimpse of what it’s like to be in his shoes: wanting to take part, trying to stay comfortable, and hoping nobody notices. There’s plenty to laugh at along the way, but Dolf deserves a little understanding, too. His condition doesn’t define everything he is — he’s a dad, a friend, and someone worth rooting for.
Never apologise for who you are. 💨
The one that got away
Meet Hilda Winterbottom
Dolf's ex-wife — sharper, tidier, and finally able to breathe. She gave him six kids and the best years of her sense of smell… right up until the fumes won. These days she's got her own place, a fresh-smelling kitchen, and exactly zero regrets.
She loved him for years — she just couldn't live downwind of him any longer.
💪 Why Hilda's the Real MVP
The Rolling Pin
Equal parts baking tool and crowd-control device. Dolf has learned to respect the swing.
The Stare
One look over the glasses and even the loudest fart goes quiet. Power Dolf will never have.
The Patience
Six kids and years of Dolf under one roof. She earned her sainthood — and her own front door.
Hilda & Dolf: amicably apart
After years of scented candles, cracked-open windows and held breath, Hilda finally reached her limit — and the front door. She kept the kids and the fresh air; Dolf kept the couch and the whoopee cushions. They co-parent like champs — just from two separate, very differently scented households.
THE WINTERBOTTOMS
Meet the family.
Dolf is the proud (and frequently mortified) father of six: the twins Bartholomew and Beatrix, who inherited the family timing; Clementine, the only one who can keep a straight face; Dougie, who thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world; Esme, who is forever pretending she’s adopted; and little Frank, who is, by all accounts, a chip off the old block.
The marriage to Hilda — who keeps the books at the local piggery and runs the household like a well-oiled machine — didn’t survive. “Irreconcilable differences,” the papers said, though everyone knows it was really the car journeys. But Dolf remains a devoted dad. Sunday dinners are loud, warm, and held with all the windows open.
DISPATCHES FROM A WINDY LIFE
Dolf's world.
Dolf's Backstory
Dolf Winterbottom wasn’t always the face of a fart empire. Once an ordinary man with an extraordinary digestive system, he spent decades quietly apologising in lifts, blaming chairs, and rehearsing excuses in the mirror.
He’s learning to live with his condition, rather than letting it keep him out of everyday life. He still has awkward moments — plenty of them — but he keeps showing up. With your help, he might even get through lunch, work or a family outing without getting caught.
Today, divorced and a devoted father of six, Dolf channels a lifetime of embarrassment into joy — reminding everyone that the world’s oldest joke is also its kindest.
The Condition
Dolf’s condition means he can’t stop farting, even when he desperately wants to. Holding it all in isn’t a solution: the pressure keeps building.
Your job in the games is to help him manage that pressure. Watch the people around him, find a safe moment to let it out, and help him avoid getting caught so he can keep enjoying everyday life.
Behind the ridiculous situations is a simple thought: everyone has something to deal with. Dolf wants a little understanding, a normal day, and preferably a seat near the window.
Dolf's Advice Column
“Dear Dolf, I let one slip in a silent meeting. How do I recover?”
Confidence is everything. Nod thoughtfully as if you, too, heard the noise and are concerned about it. Never break eye contact.
“Dear Dolf, my partner blames the dog. We don’t have a dog.”
This is a relationship built on imagination. Cherish it.
“Dear Dolf, is there ever a good time?”
Yes. Alone. In a field. With the wind at your back and no witnesses for miles. Bliss.
Worst Public Incidents
A career this distinguished is not without its lowlights. The Fartaholic archives record them so future generations may learn.
The Lift, 2019. Fourteen floors. Six strangers. One Dolf. Survivors still don’t make eye contact.
The Library Incident. The acoustics were, in Dolf’s words, “unfairly good.” He has not been back.
Parents’ Evening. He only wanted to hear about Frank’s spelling. The teacher remembers it differently. So does the carpet.
The Yoga Retreat. “Find your centre,” they said. Dolf found his, and shared it generously.
Dolf's Diary
Monday. Had the bean chilli again. Knew the risks. Proceeded anyway. No regrets, only consequences.
Wednesday. Held one in during the whole bus ride. Felt like a hero. Released it at the stop. Felt like a god.
Friday. Frank did one at dinner and looked at me with such pride. They grow up so fast.
Sunday. Quiet day. Just me, a field, and a gentle breeze. Perfect.
Favourite Foods
Dolf is a man of refined and dangerous tastes. His top fuels, in order of potency:
1. The Triple-Bean Chilli — a personal favourite and a public hazard.
2. Egg sandwiches — eaten in defiance of everyone around him.
3. Cabbage anything — “underrated,” he insists.
4. Gas-station sushi — a high-risk, high-reward lifestyle.
5. Lentils — for when he really means business.
Salad, he notes, “does nothing for me.”
THE FACE OF FARTAHOLIC
Unmistakably Dolf.
From every angle
The many moods of Dolf
Sheepish. Embarrassed. Relieved. Unreasonably pleased with himself.
The signature escape
The singlet. The low-riding shorts. Socks and buckle sandals. And a very strategic relationship with open windows.