I went into this bar in Spain, just round the corner from the Bullring. It was amazing, all the walls were decorated with heads of the Bulls killed in the arena. When the waiter brought my drink, I said "My God, those heads are almost as big as a small Elephants head." The waiter put down my drink and solomnley pointed to one very large head. "That one there killed my Grandfather." "In the Bullring? Was he a Bullfighter?" "No. He was sitting under it when it fell off the wall."