Circus Circus

The school, in their eternal fund-raising-a-thon which knows no rest and will not be deviated or distracted, put on a circus a little while ago.

There was a Big Top and Everything! Ponies, Jumping Castles (that's bouncing castles to the civilised), Rollercoasters, Slack-Jawed Inbreeds, the lot.

Except entertainment. They forgot about that bit.

Maybe it's just me being old and cynical or it's a side-effect of the glossy polished "media-savvy" world in which we live, but I've come to expect more from circuses than grown men who should know better doing crap tricks in oversized trousers with a sideline in crap humour.

The old geezer masquerading as a clown appeared to be half-cut. His wife (I presume) frightened the hell out of us with her whips. The ponies didn't look altogether happy to be there.

Slightly amusingly they hooded the audience volunteer for the knife-throwing and hooded him Al-Quaida style so they could stick the knifes into the board next to him manually without having to throw them. Possible they didn't quite trust themselves to do it.

The lady doing the rope-acrobatics was all right though.