Eel action shot. I just sicked in my mouth.
I’VE always had a morbid fear of eels.
I hear what you’re saying – sea snakes are worse – but perhaps because the English don’t eat jellied sea snakes and the beasts don’t hang out in rivers much* or star in porn films so regularly, they don’t rattle my cage.
The Mighty Boosh put it best when they mused:
Eels up inside ya
Findin an entrance where they can
Boring through your mind
Through your tummy
Through your anus
Eels!
This blog’s named after an Eels song, though, and it’s all about facing your fears, so I order an eel something-or-other at this café in Chinatown and get cracking.
I look a bit like an eel in this frock.
Fortunately, when the thing arrives it’s nicely grilled, and looks and tastes like a bit of white fish. If it was a foot long and covered in jelly, that would be a different story all together.
Keeper? Will have to tackle a jellied eel next in England. Then that’s it.
* Did you know: Eels don’t hang out in watering holes; they only like running water.
Hey man, now you're really living 
Are you s’posed to be eating with two little sticks? or is that a challenge for another day?
ha that would have to be cockraoch casserole, or mosquito soup for me!