Carmelo the Giant Pansy.

Watching that programme with Gordon Ramsey on Channel 4 tonight. Not to say I was shocked, just shaken.
I don't often use my vegetarian roots as a soap box to shout down moral judgement on the carnivores in this world, so I won't start now. I will however express just how nasty it was to see the eel die. Thinking about this, the career I will be pursing will involve a fair amount of claret, so I suppose I'll just have to deal with it. When I deal with gore in real life, i.e. dissecting hearts/kidneys/livers etc, I don't get squeamish at all. In fact, truth be told I get a little hungry, despite the nasty smell of offal. I think its my inner-carnivore desperately trying to escape.
I have no problems touching meat, yet I couldn't quite place why I was so ruffled by this particular incident. The chef just beheaded the thing, right there!
Maybe it wasn't the actual act, but the brutality behind it. I'm quite a gentle creature, a trait which gives equally as many problems as it does benefits I'm afraid. I think empathy is the main problem...

Although, Salami looks really tasty, as does sushi. I enjoy discussing with the Missus what would be the first meat I would try, so far I have ruled out anything avian, bovine or porcine. That leaves fish, but as the title states, I'm far too much of a pansy to try it.
On the way back from the airport exercise, I killed a rabbit who ran out in the road. I was so upset, I felt like a murderer!
If it takes an accidental death on my hands for me to feel I have turned around and spat on my values, I worry a little bit what I'm going to be like dealing with it on a daily basis.