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Published 2008
When I was a child, every London fishmonger kept a tank of live eels. Either they would kill and skin them for you or you would take it home alive and keep them until you were ready. The gardener would kill our eels, nail them to the potting shed door, then skin them. When I was a young barrister we would go to the riverside pubs at Hammersmith and Chiswick, where the rough boys fished the Thames for eels and I would buy one for a few shillings to take home. As a Londoner, I love jellied ee
