…come one, come all, to bear witness to this, the greeeatest show on Earth!!!
I just freaking love the circus, don’t you?
Now, before anyone jumps up and down and starts having heart palpitations in their swivel chair- I know the animals look sad. And I know that an elephant’s natural habitat is not a dusty paddock, nor the back of a stinky, bumpy truck. And I am well aware that when lions are growling at their tamer, they are probably not expressing how happy they are to be there.
I am aware of all those points, and more. And yet, shamefully, I cannot turn away. The lure of the striped Big Top, the smell of sawdust, popcorn and grease paint- it’s too strong. Far too intoxicating to resist.
There are, for some unfathomable reason, not one, not two, but three circuses in our area at the moment, all within a 45 minute drive of each other. You would think, for the preservation of their own industry, they would spread themselves and their patronage out a bit. Apparently not.
Whatever. We have the choice between Weber’s Circus (no animals, unless you count dogs dressed up as tigers, which I most certainly do not. And beware of that link, the resulting site may just hurt your eyes); the Great Moscow Circus (sounds impressive, doesn’t it? I’m fairly certain they are not actually Russian, but, hey, whatever rises your tent*); and, my personal favorite, The Stardust Circus. Complete with animals. (The emphasis there is on complete, ya see?)
I’ve always loved the circus, even as a kid, before I learned to clown. I hate the exorbitant ticket prices- that public liability insurance’ll getcha every time- but I don’t mind the over priced fired food and showbags. Mainly because the people selling them are the same people who, twenty minutes later, are suspended two storeys in the air or have their head in a lions mouth. And they’re also the same people who are later stripping down the Big Top and scraping up the elephant poo. And they’re probably all related.
Anydoodles, readeroonies, the question I would like you answer for me today is this….
Oh, and by the way, if you want to be the RingMaster, you’ll have to get your own damn circus. ‘Cause that’s my job.
While you think about the question, please enjoy this music interlude. Whether or not you are scared of clowns (Hi, Amy), it is the creepiest three minutes of children’s television I’ve seen in a while. I’m not even sure why. It just has that whole old-fashioned-scary-circus-where-alcoholic-clown-goes-nuts-and-gets-people-with-his-axe feel to it. I think organ music has that effect.
* I’ve done my research. According to their website, the performers in the Great Moscow circus actually are Russian. Who woulda thunk it?
**At this point, I’m going to caution you all against Googling any variation of a phrase containing the word ‘Circus’. The number of different pictures that come up of Britney Spears wearing exactly the same expression is positively startling.