Once Upon a Circus

I took my little girl to the circus yesterday. As the clowns starting falling about in time honoured fashion and a rather overweight lady made some pigeons turn round on wheels I slipped in that sort of weird, popcorn munching state which overcomes all of us at the big top.

I worked out later on that it was only the third visit to the circus in my life. A quick poll of a few other people revealed that this is actually  a pretty reasonable total compared to everyone else’s. Revelling in my new found glory as a hardened circus veteran I decided to see what could be done to make a day out there even better.

What about some modern bar stools? This might not seem like the most important issue for a circus but I have to confess that my rear end ended up pretty sore after the show. We were all sitting on rough wooden benches so when the half time interval came along I went for a drink somewhere more comfortable. It turned out that the food area had even more uncomfortable seats than the main hall. I ended up feeling as though a clown had given me a boot in the backside.

Maybe a fruit fly trap would be a good idea too. I only mention this because the place was filled with bugs last night. It is still winter here but global warming seems to have fooled the little critters into coming out and annoying me earlier than usual this year.

Some better sweet fruit drinks would have been nice as well. I felt my energy levels drop but the only drink I could find on sale was a bizarre bottle of cherry flavoured sparkling water. I guess it was alright as these things go but artificial cherry flavouring and sparkling water are two things which simply shouldn’t ever be in the same bottle at the same time in my opinion.

Some shoe repair might have come in handy as well. I couldn’t help seeing that a couple of the clowns had shoes which theit soles hanging out of them. I  am not sure whether this is the latest clown style but it looked pretty unco0mfortable to be honest. A clown has to have some dignity after all