I once saw a basket full of eels - two men, possibly poachers, were crouched by the side of the river, smoking roll ups, looking into the basket -
It was just after sunset - the London train swept past, making the crossing gates shake -
All I could think of were the eels, their tiny savage mouths and their slick writhing coils -
When I saw these eels in The Salt Pig, a few days ago, all of the horror and fascination of that moment returned to me -
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