A friend of mine grew up on a farm, but went to a fairly typical high school close to the city. When he was about 14 the school fair came along, and everybody was required to put on some kind of talent piece. Some kids danced, others sang or played an instrument, my friend led a lamb out into the arena and gave a home-kill demonstration. That’s right folks – slaughtered, skinned, butchered and in the freezer in something like 10 minutes.
That might sound pretty wierd to some (personally I think it’s piss-funny, especially when I imagine the likely reaction of the audience), but to anyone who grew up in farming, wierd is knowing how to play Stairway to Heaven on the ukelele but being incapable of putting dinner on the table.
Anyhoo, talent is talent, and I must admit that sometimes I can’t help but feel a little lacking in that respect. Sure I can tie a cherry stalk in a knot with my tongue (closely related to one of my other gifts) – but there’s nothing there that’s going to get me a spot on Letterman any time soon. This guy, on the other hand…
So what’s your party trick?