In Spain, people celebrate mackerels**, once a year. Someone told me what happens. The mackerel (AKA the Virgin Mary) is dug out from a watery grave, and placed into a pram, after having been dressed up in a bonnet. The mackerel is then placed on a boat and pushed back out to sea, only to be blown up. Lots of ceremonial fireworks accompany this act of…sacrifice? Worship? I’ll never know.

*Mini-entries because I can't not blog for another three days. This is my sub-conscious release, a bit like dreams. This is a dream! This one doesn't contain scary pencils, or the multiplication of thousands of caterpillers, or my mother fainting in the shower, or giant pepsi cans.

*Is it a mackerel? Maybe it’s haddock.