I went for a jaunt into Kent today and involved myself in a small incident. A car passed me and shortly afterwards a rabbit darted out from the bushes into the path of the car. The rabbit didn't exactly get squashed but got caught by the front wheel and was spewed out to the gutter . The driver wasn't aware so he was off into the distance.
I looked at the rabbit and he was alive but unrepairable so I took the decision to give him a swift end and send him on his way. I've never actually killed an animal before and it didn't occur to me how difficult the process was going to be. All I could think of doing was stamping on his head with one fatal blow and that would be job done .
My brain knew it was the only thing to do but what I didn't anticipate was a complete lack of ruthlessness filtering down to my leg. I tried stamping and ended up tickling his nose . It was as if my leg had turned to elastic and would go down and spring back up again but wouldn't travel the last couple of inches to finish the fellow off. It was all very strange . Eventually I put him out of his misery which was just as well for him because it took me half a dozen goes .
I'm quite sure that if I had a bouffant hairdo ,and some dodgy eighties clothes I probably did a pretty good immpression of George Michael dancing to Wake Me Up Before You Go Go - hopefully you remember Top Of The Pops or your going to wonder whats in my video collection.
Anyway I discovered something about myself today. The ruthless streak of success is missing. Which explains a lot.