Thursday 11 February 2010

"i'm pooing, i'm pooing" dan (my son) shouted. thats hardly worth blogging about i hear you cry. we where however standing in line at our local cafe at the time and to make matters worse dan was sitting on my shoulders.



while your here you may as well read the following true story.

when i was a kid my parents took me to see a traveling circus that had set up in pontypridd park. i'd been to the circus before so i knew what to expect. i wasn't too keen on clowns but i loved the trapeze artists, to me they where just like super heroes in there brightly coloured lycra costumes swinging about gracefully. there where three trapeze artists in all an athletic looking man and woman and the third who looked more like an olympic power lifter. as they swung out over me i remember thinking "yes this is just like batman" as the show went on their routine got more complex until the finale where the athletic looking man hanging form his feet caught the woman who then in turn held out her hands for the power lifter. he swung out, flipped once, twice in the air then grasped the hands of the woman forming a human chain. the audience let out a collective breath the sucked it back in as the power lifter slipped from her grip. luckily for him they had been performing over a safety net, unluckily for the woman sat under his speedy decent that safety net hadn't been tightened properly. he struck the net which hardly slowed him down until he hit the woman beneath shattering the chair under her and knocking her into unconsciousness. the thing about this trip to the circus that always sticks out in my mind is that fact that they carried the unconscious woman off on the back of a baby elephant. even during a health and safety emergency they still kept it show biz. i've often wondered what happened to the woman and the power lifter.

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