The Great Salmon made kipper a metaphor for england. A challenge for the newcomer, posing previously unknown difficulties that must be overcome to succeed. Kipper is a boney fish that's difficult to eat, it smells of hell and tastes of salt, and it stinks up the inside of your mouth. I ordered it with foolish confidence, intoxicated insane and believing against all evidence in the possiblity of success. Naturally I end up defeated, lost, beaten, the plate still full and stomache still empty, with a mouthful of bones that look like a cat's whiskers (thin, long, white). Days later, I can still feel a fish bone stuck in my throat, constantly poking me from the inside, refusing to go away. Good metaphor, you satanic bastard.