Friday, August 13, 2010

Anniversaries

It's Brain Day today, eight years since Mr. Nice Neurosurgeon decided to crack open my skull and gorge on the delights within. Well, for 'gorge' you can read 'splice out something unsavoury.'

A fibrous dysplasia, it was, so named because of the displeasing cut of my head for a month afterwards.

Will scare children for negotiable fee.


Brain Day was born two years later, as viable a reason for a session as reasons come. Palace Bar, whiskey at dawn, the start of the football season, Porterhouse North and a two day raising of hell that was chronicled in one of my first ever blog posts.

It was to become a yearly event but we only really resurrected it once in the oft-derided and overly commercial 'Brain Day 2006: The Stag's Headening.'

As the years have rolled on and taken me further and further away from Beaumont Hospital's sexy nurses, Brain Day has taken on many forms.

Three years ago, a couple of quiet jars in Bowes.

Two years ago, Doyles and a free pint from the lovely barmaid.

One year ago, I went to see the first 'Mesrine' film and trundled home for a tug.

Today, lemon and cracked black pepper mini-fillets from Marks and Spencer and, if the urge takes me, maybe a spot of dogging.

I'll report back.

15 comments:

Liv said...

I hear you on this. For the past six years, I've celebrated Back and Leg Day on July 26th - broken back and leg in a car wreck; no paralysis.

Good on both of us - cheating medical odds. Enjoy Brain Day, and your brain.

Radge said...

Cheers Liv. Hats off to you, far worse than anything I went through.

McMuck and the Mystery of the Kuúgleflarg said...

Merry Brain Day,

you looked so pretty in those hospital robes.

Dot-Com said...

Happy Brain Day! Actually thought about it only a few days ago when I went to a Scandinavian shop here in London to buy "tyrkisk peber" - the main ingredient Små Grå.

Holemaster said...

I have '11% survival rate' day.

But just my luck for it to be almost exactly the same day as my birthday.

Holemaster said...

And may I point out that the surgeon must have been excellent in that he certainly left intact a top quality brain.

Kitty Cat said...

Happy Brain Day, good sir.

Radge said...

Mook - Your advances, at the time, were highly inappropriate.

Dot - I threw out the rest of the Sma Gra (can't do the squiggly things) last week as I moved out. I gave it a good go.

Holemaster - As with Liv, you win (though it's a pretty macabre contest). And thanks, appreciate that second comment.

Kitty Cat - Obliged, good lady.

Green Of Eye, Sharp Of Claw said...

aha! This answers my question re the scar :)

Radge said...

Yep! An explanation for one of them, anyway. The others are less bloggable aboutable.

hope said...

So was the original Brain Day on Friday the 13th as well? :)

I'm just glad you're here, rousting the troops out of the summer doldrums...I swear if it gets any hotter here, the keyboard will melt!

Go celebrate whatever way makes you lose the least amount of braincells. :)

Kath Lockett said...

Happy Brain Day dear Radge

Mine was in 1995, whipped out via the nose so that the little bugger (pituitary macroadenoma)didn't turn me blind and insane. The result is some terrifying wedding photos, taken about two months before the tumour was found - the terror that I'd have a 'migraine' and not be able to see on my special day are pretty obvious on my ill and puffy face.

Come to think of, my brain 'event' was in August - why not have an entire month? Surely that deserves a third helping of chocolate.....

Radge said...

Hope - The chicken fillets were superb. Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside.

Kath - Pituitary Macroadenoma. I had to see if I could type it without checking the spelling. Shame about the wedding photos, though we're our own harshest critics.

Brain Month sounds good.

Andrew said...

Prurient a it is of me ot leap straight to the bit where you refer to yourself masturbating, I must enquire as to whether it was the content of Mesrine that led to you having as fiddle. Because I don't recall the film being particularly 'inspiring' on that front. It was lacking on both the Isla Fisher and Zooey Deschanel fronts.

Radge said...

That's a good question.

To be honest, I haven't a clue what inspired such self ardour. I just looked over my old blog posts from the last few Brain Days for clues.

I'm guessing I came out of seeing Mesrine 1, needed some light relief, rented me up some Carry On films and went about my business to the power of Babs Windsor.

Oooooh vicar.