The Nurse is most dis-chuffed at being abandoned.
Fair enough, cuts are cuts. The mental hospital-cum-prison she’s lived in for the past three decades was shut down months ago for lack of funding. But there was no need to leave her here, rotting in a shitty, dark, smelly, damp basement.
Bastards. It took her weeks to dig her way out.
Never mind. On balance The Nurse, ever an optimist, is just glad to be out. She’s won her freedom back and that’s all that matters.
What’s next? There’s one particular dish The Nurse knows is best served cold. And her fury has had thirty years to chill down into an icy-cold determination to get her own back. Revenge, she feels, will be very sweet indeed.
The things she did way back in the olden days aren’t covered by Statute of Limitation. She was supposed to stay locked up ’til she shuffled off this mortal coil, banged up for life. So she’s still a wanted woman and she’ll need to steer clear of the fuzz. But The Nurse’s day has come.
Tapping this post in the dim autumn light, using up the last of her laptop battery and about to ditch it for a smartphone, The Nurse sniggers softly to herself…
The Nurse presents the case for trepanning yourself into fashion history
Having spent a few days chilling in solitary confinement The Nurse is feeling considerably less viputerative. That’s better. While drifting calmly in her drug-cosy haze, she mused upon her past. The incidents, accidents and triumphs enjoyed over decades of surrepticious, deliciously amateur brain surgery. Ah, the thrills and spills. The freedom. The intellectual explorations, the inspiration!
While idly contemplating her prison tattoos, The Nurse was struck by how utterly ordinary they were. Twenty five years ago her first tattoo, undertaken by a grubby individual in a kiosk at the end of Brighton Pier, caused moral outrage and shock. Back in the early 80s you didn’t get many tattooed ladies for your money, even in Brighton.
It’s hardly unusual for a lady to be tattooed in the noughties. And piercings, flung into the body decoration mix with fervour a few years ago, are as common as muck… no more the individual’s statement of rebellion. It’s not even unusual to have piercings and tattoos all over your face. The problem is, where does the fashion-conscious body decorator go from here? How to stand out amongst the madding (or just plain mad) crowd?
The UK fashion industry and it’s adoring public are in need of a big boost and The Nurse reckons she’s hit on the perfect solution: Catwalk trepanning.
Models with cheeky litte holes drilled just above the cheekbone, rather like Regency gentlemen’s stick-on beauty spots. Models with several holes of different circumferences, forming pretty flower patterns. Or smily faces. Nice.
Models whose trepanned holes are decorated with stick-on jewels and strung with beads. Strategically-placed holes could be even be used as ‘vases’ for fresh flowers, giving the impression that the model has a meadow growing out of her head. Vivienne Westwood might go for an updated punk version, where models are joined together in a chattering string via delicate silver chains. Or safety pins. Zandra Rhodes would, perhaps, opt for weaving rich jewelled velvets, silks and satins in and out of the holes to create a marvellous turban effect. With feathers.
Gosh. The Nurse, an arty individual, was nevertheless startled by her own perspicacity. Given a new lease of life, she’s now busy writing to Vivien Westwood, Zandra Rhodes, Caroline Charles and all the other great British designers from the heady days before her incarceration at her majesty’s pleasure. Sometimes she boils with sheer frustration at the restrictions placed upon her creative nature. But this, this… the pure beauty of it! She’s bursting with joi de vivre and excitement and wild, crazy plans.
… Celebrity trepanning, anyone?
It is a little known fact that brain surgery is one of the oldest forms of medical practice, for which there is plenty of evidence. Remains indicate that brain surgery was practiced as far back as the late Stone Age period. Pre-Incan civilisation used brain surgery as much as 2000 years B.C. and evidence indicates that success rates were very good with many patients recovering to full health.
These days brain surgery is very much the preserve of professional surgeons but we at the Amateur Brain Surgery Club believe that anyone can do it, with a few basic tools and a little care. Trepanation can be therapeutically beneficial, alleviating pressure on the brain and bringing about a feeling of well-being. It can also be extremely dangerous and result in death. We encourage readers to keep an open mind.