There is nothing in all of modern life quite as emasculating as this.
The yelp; the instinctive clutching of the buttocks; the mini jump forward; the botched attempt at revenge; the act of mercy on behalf of the bully where he tries to show you how to do it; the free shot at his arse he subsequently offers; the failure to make anything like a decent connection...
The sad fact is, all it takes is a rolled-up tea-towel and a quick snap of the wrist and within the blink of an eye I'm Olive Oyl to the bully-boy's Bluto.
