Never trust a fish with teeth
No, it’s not another MidJourney fever dream. We went to our favorite fish counter again today. Maybe Uncle B remembers what this fish is; I don’t.
They also had a five foot whole smoked eel, which looked like a giant black, glistening turd.
I want to know why it costs £10 to buy two dinner sized portions of fresh plaice off the boat, but we can get two breaded cod filets from the supermarket for £6. What are they selling the supermarkets, ancient fish?
Old time readers will remember this sixteen year old post about a plaster cast of a plaice I bought in a junk shop. Supernaturally attentive old time readers will remember what’s special about that post.
July 16, 2025 — 5:58 pm
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