They caught this crazy guy in England panfrying his friend’s brain after savagely killing him, hacking off his arms and legs, etc. Neighbors, hearing a racket, had alerted the police. Peter Bryan had killed before, of course, been sent away, released, killed, sent away, released. Hmm, makes you wonder who’s crazy really, him or the system.
Bryan inflicted more than 24 blows to Mr Cherry’s skull with a hammer before using a Stanley knife and kitchen knives to saw off his arms and left leg after breaking his bones. He had made an attempt to cut his head and right leg off but was disturbed before he could finish. But by the time officers arrived he had already fried some of Mr Cherry’s brain and eaten it off a plate. Bryan told police: “I ate his brain with butter. It was really nice.”
We’ve eaten brains (it takes the plural when associated with fine dining) and we have to agree with Bryan. It’s really nice. Fluffy. Like an omelet. But what we find curious is what in God’s name could have “disturbed” Bryan in the middle of cutting off Mr Cherry’s head, an activity that would seem to require a singular focus. It could have been a neighbor’s music. A knock on the door. Or perhaps it was a deep-seated mental illness causing a permanent state of disturbance. (The Sun, also here)