I've never looked a squid in the eye before today, and what a big sad eye it was, still moving while the rest of the body was pierced by a spear and it's sticky back was being poked and prodded with a mixture of interest and disgust.
(Click on the top photograph to enlarge it and you'll see exactly what I mean about that eye).
The local teenagers were out spearfishing, you know, in the same way that British kids are out shoplifting, though I suppose I ought to defend the kids back home because at least they'd come back with something more desirable than a whiting or an enormous squid, depending on your attitude to fruits de mer.
"It's bloody huge" I commented to the lad who'd caught it. All the local kids were gathered around. "Yeah", he replied "I've never seen a squid this big before, I speared him over by those rocks".
I've never eaten squid and now I never will.
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