not cute

[Dr Evil]

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[the ghost of guitarplayer]

Poor baby (if it's real). That's the sickest thing that I have probably ever seen. I felt like puking watching that.

[Dr Evil]

My late mother had a mild version of this bulgy eyes syndrome corrected by the pioneering first world war surgeon Sir Harold Gilles. However this baby also has hydrocephalus (water on the brain causing a swollen skull) as well-some people have all the luck. My mother became a nurse and had to bottle feed a baby with a head the size of a pumpkin. She often used to tell me bedtime stories about all the mutants and crispy critters (mostly world war two airmen) that entered the reconstructive plastic surgery ward she worked on.
There was a hermaphrodite whose new member didn't take, and the airmen found this a matter of endless amusement. She had to put the screens up, because he wasn't amused at all.

[the ghost of guitarplayer]

So it is real. That's a horrible condition. I can't think of anything that has turned my stomach more (even hearing the latest Bunnymen album). It's a kind of sense of horror, feeling sick and pity. Nasty.

[Voodoo Billy]

Thank you DrE, now my ale gut doesn't seem quite so repulsive.

[DivaDiana77]

That's really sad. It's such a rotten combination of conditions.

[Voodoo Billy]

Your concern is touching DD, but a couple of weeks on the bike and a month without crisps should sort me out.

[Dr Evil]

On the other hand, when he grows up he can appear as mutant of the week in Chat magazine, no doubt corrected by surgery by then-assuming the hydrocephalus has spared his brain. Even in the 1950s my mother got a small sensationalist column in The Times -The Beauty of Sylvia-"After the work of Sir Harold Giles and the New Zealand surgeon Donald McIndoe , the nightmare face was gone and she was pretty enough to marry"-though she was a bit hasty to get a man. A possessive epileptic with a personality disorder. When he even started to get jealous of me, she ran off with a good looking Dorset farm-boy younger than her, but he turned out to be even more of a psycho and cheated on her. In turn she gave him hell, tracked down and got all his ex-girlfriends and his ex-wife together to gang up on him and chased him out of the county.
When she ditched the useless men in her life we had a great time together walking the beaches in Dorset, but then heart failure came into her life like a dark cloud, something that makes any external deformity, even the horrific one shown here, quite trivial in comparison.