My brain = porridge

[blamebrampton]

I've not had a good memory since I was hit in the head by two tonnes of taxi in the '90s, it's like a library after a cyclone up there. So I rely on external sources.

Does anyone have any idea who I am talking about when I say that I vaguely remember the story of a French woman who was so disgusted at the treatment she was receiving in a meeting that she silently took the hat of the man who was oppressing her, squatted over it and urinated freely.

I had a vague idea it was Colette or Anais Nin, but Google is no help, and the brain? She is porridge. In fact this woman may not even be French. Though she is definitely a woman. Or was, she could be mouldering by now.

Anyone?

Comments

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

I have to say that at least you have a taxi to blame. What are those of us who have no brain and no taxi supposed to do? :(

Consequently I am diddly squat use on the french bint peeing in the beret.

If you haven't been reduced to eating out of date white cooking chocolate buds, you're having a more constructive day than I am. :D

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I could fill you in on the details of head injuries and you could fib ;-)

I must say that I've not had an actual migraine since thwacking my head. It's not the cure I'd advise, but it does work.

As for food, I went to the Chinese where I like everyone because they call me Missy Girl (it is a cunning marketing strategy they employ with the over-40s) and I was very good and ordered garlic and broccoli. And then crispy skin chicken. Because I demand an instant reward for my virtue.

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love your virtue! There may be a bowl of icecream and maple syrup sitting next to me. How do these nasty rumours start?

One day we should sit down and compare injuries. It's always fun. Speaking of which ... you're running out of weeks, woman! What's going on? Is it my shocking B.O? I promise to wash. With water even.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

OH YUM!!!

My injuries are mostly afflicted by roads or cars, except for one knee killed by ballet and a number of toes and fingers dented by stupidity (mine).

I am working on A Plan, but finances are tight at the moment. You know, you get back before the exhibition ends, panic not!